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Poetry Prompt: Waves

July 29, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

waves

 

I Saw Her Standing There

 

Hey Dude

I saw her standing there

in the shallows

shunning your advances

as you teased her toes.

She twisted and turned

and swayed her hips

as the wind whipped

hair around her face.

My heart went boom

when I crossed that room

and I longed to sweep her

into my arms, hold her hand

in mine, and sink into the

rhythm of the ocean’s song.

How could I dance with another

when I saw her standing there?

My heart went boom

but I didn’t mean to

bump her so hard.

 

~ In memory of the Cocoa Beach wave that ripped my ACL.

Silliness offered in response to Tweetspeak Poetry’s prompt to write a poem from the perspective of a wave.

 

 

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  1. michelle ortega says

    July 29, 2014 at 10:30 pm

    “but I didn’t mean to bump her so hard.” Ouch. And love the song reference~

    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 30, 2014 at 10:21 am

      Such a freak thing. That’s how most of my major injuries have happened–weird stuff.

  2. Barbie says

    July 30, 2014 at 1:11 am

    Awesome poem. Sorry that the wave got you!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 30, 2014 at 10:21 am

      Well, it was a long time ago. Still worth a lot of laughs.

      Thanks, Barbie.

  3. Diane W. Bailey says

    July 30, 2014 at 10:09 am

    A beautiful poem, and when I saw how you memorialized it, i almost laughed. Not at your injury but the way I thought it was a person! Good job!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 30, 2014 at 10:22 am

      Laugh away, friend. We do. It’s well sealed in our family memory banks.

  4. Dolly@Soulstops says

    July 30, 2014 at 2:46 pm

    Sandra,
    such a creative retelling 🙂 Enjoyed it.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 31, 2014 at 9:58 am

      Thanks, friend. 🙂

  5. bluecottonmemory says

    July 30, 2014 at 10:51 pm

    LOL – that same wave shoved me into my husband at the beach in June, making my nose bleed and sunglasses fall off! My noise hurt for the rest of the week! I so enjoyed your poem – and that wave that doesn’t mean to – but bumps too hard!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 31, 2014 at 10:00 am

      Sometimes waves just don’t know their own strength. Ouch.

  6. John says

    July 30, 2014 at 11:22 pm

    Beautiful poem and it’s funny, sorry but not for the injury you got, the way you retelling it 🙂

  7. Martha Orlando says

    July 31, 2014 at 8:05 am

    Fantastic poem about a not-so fantastic experience. Waves can and do take us by surprise at times, don’t they?
    Blessings, Sandy!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 31, 2014 at 10:01 am

      They slip in when we least expect them. We always need to be on guard, right? Thanks, Martha.

  8. TheSoulJah says

    August 14, 2014 at 8:05 am

    Hi Sandra, First of all I have to say “wow” for your poem. It quite awesome. You have great talent. I like the sentence “My heart went boom”.
    Thank You.

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