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Tell, in poetry or prose, the story of seeing the ocean for the first time – your first time or a character’s. Is it transcendental, surprising, freeing, frightening, or simply sublime? What emotions does it naturally stir up? ["Colored Waves" by bradee_traverse, YWP]
For the first time... I went to the ocean...
I watch the waves moving in and out...
I feel the breeze blowing through my hair and against my skin...
I hear the laughter of the people around me...
Most of my family lives in Connecticut and some live only 15 minutes away from the ocean in Rhode Island. My aunt continues to hype up the beauty of the sight of the ocean.
The ocean is so beautifully blue
Yet it's also black when it goes too deep
The ocean is so calming
Yet when swept beneath its waves, it's suffocating
Brazil, the year forgotten. The sun is rising.
The ocean longs for her beloved moon but she has already gone down. The sun has taken her place and the water finds no comfort in him.
It’s loud and rumbling, as if seething with unrestrained anger. Like a thunderstorm trapped beneath the surface of the water, desperate to break free.
I look over at the waves
Soft breeze on my face
The sun dancing brightly
On the rocks below
I clench my fist tightly
I know I want to go
The wind whips my hair
I almost start to shiver
the divine tranquillity of the vast ocean
the sounds of the waves, crashing into one another
it's peaceful, it soothes the racing thoughts in my mind
it stops time for a split second
standing on the shore, eyes wide with awe,
an endless horizon was the first thing I saw.
the depths of the ocean, where the mysteries lie,
waves whisper secrets to the moonlit sky.