Monday, May 7, 2007

Oceans Fear



Ocean’s face changes as fast as an
Ocean’s wave crashes.
Fear fly’s across the face
And doubt surfaces like a volcano about to explode.
The cushion of the bed of which they sit on
gives the body a sense of rest.
The cool blue color of the room
Endows a feeling of peace.
As the mysterious object approaches
The fear gets stronger.
The heat of the moment heats up inside.
And a tremble shoots through the skin.
Suddenly it’s over.
The flash takes place.
The picture is taken.

3 comments:

BlondeC8 said...

I love your begining.It is a cute play on words.I didn't get it at first until I knew the little girl's name.

SpottyC said...

That is a really cute poem. I love how it sounds so serious and then it just ends up that a picture is being taken. It really captures the audience.

westham said...

I love your begining.It is a cute play on words.I didn't get it at first until I knew the little girl's name.