Driving to our destination
The car’s deflated tires contour the hilly sand
Stretching ahead of us lays the skinny peninsula
My window rolls down
Air gently sweeps in soft and warm
Like a silk blanket in the wind
My beach-blown wisps come loose
Tickling my cheeks
The car stops
I taste the salt in the air
With both eyes closed
I breathe in deeply
Lifting my face towards the sky
I give in to nature
Letting the serenity sink in through my pores
And run wildly through my veins
Awakening my soul to simple beauty
I slip off my shoes
And feel the cool, fine sand between my toes
I look left
Into the vastness of the ocean
Its waves reach out to me
With each crash of the water
It gets closer and closer
Sucking me in
I look right, towards the dunes
The long grasses mimic the sea
Rippling as the clean are runs through
Ahead of me sits a tall, withered lighthouse
The light reflects in my eyes
I stand still in awe and wonder
Perhaps a sailor looks to this safety beam right now
Towards this symbol of home
This reassuring reminder of life
For each of us it holds different comforts
Yet we are not so different
This sailor and me
Both of us look to this symbol for survival
Could I endure as I am without a refuge such as this?
From the moment we deflate the tires
Structure is forgotten
And we blend in with the flowing beach
The way the waves crash
The way the wind blows
The new shells which appear everyday
And the beauties which stay to be found
The sun starts resting
Sinking from the sky
A magnificent exit
Colors now fill the spaces where the sun once sat
An emulation of my feelings at this moment
No place would I rather be
Than where I stand
This is from junior year. I didn't have many pieces from last year that I really liked, however I love what this poem is about--Nantucket. I didn't have many pieces I liked from last year because our portfolio wasn't a huge deal in my class, and I probably did not put in a great amount of effort unfortunately. Despite my lack of effort and revisions in this poem, I still think that my descriptions developed from the previous year. I attempted making connections that I don't think I would've made, or just didn't make, in my sophomore year. I experimented with making the poem flow like the ocean and the sand and the wind. This is something that I further developed in my senior year with poems and stories I wrote--creating a flow either with repetition or sentence variation. That is an area in which I really grew my junior year; I had the descriptions sophomore year and junior year I feel that I began to connect them more seamlessly and had more fluid pieces.
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