Flip Flops

im tired tired tired!!! promise my next piece will be 10x better!!!

Once when I was on the beach,

I felt the wind blowing through my hair.

The suns bright glare was shining through my soul,

And the sand was burning right through-

the flip flops I wore that were a sun-bleached brown,

Just brown and nothing else. 

I waded into the salty sea with nothing but my flip flops,

And let the gentle waves caress my blistering feet,

Then to slowly slip off the flip flops.

I stood there letting my bare toes get buried in the sand, 

And watched as the waves let the shoes take small nervous steps.

Each step they took grew bigger and wider,

And before I knew it they were running off

Pushed by the waves toward the horizon.

Leaving not a single footprint

For me to remember the precious moment when I walked on water.

 

Reviews

[x]

I could be wrong but this comes across as feeling love for another that lives in a far away place and the desire to reach out to them..using this simple little fantasy of the flip flops carrying you across the water as a way of expressing that longing to be with them..
Quite beautiful and thanks so much for giving the little gift that this write is.

[Onyx_Rayne]

"Once when I was on the beach,
I felt the wind blowing through my hair.
The suns bright glare was shining through my soul,"

I was hooked from the first line... and those first three lines made me smile.

The flow of this piece is fantastic and the imagery... well I feel like I was there. Being an avid collector of flip flops, the title is what caught my eye. Let me say, I was NOT disappointed to find out that this was NOT a poem about a sale at payless... I absolutely loved this - keep them coming :)

[Love Is Dead]

this was really nice! :D

[Ed Hart]

you are doing some wonderful reaching...you probably don't want to hear anything about you age, but that's too bad...at twelve you're getting around to things i didn't sense until decades later

[James Paulin]

I see a poem of becoming mature in every way with this brilliant image of wading into the waves. Now I am very impressed, thinking you should always write late at night and never apologize as a introduction.