Mollusks underneath, blistered feet kicking and splashing
the foaming, raging
Aquatic wonder, I follow the fiddler's music and journey
north, guided by the single, pointing limb of the
starfish, toward the glowing
Reef where bathing bands of sunlight bleach the pebbled
terrace. On my knees, I frantically dig through
hundreds of rocks, inspecting, discarding, searching for
my name. ('Tis a promise from the
Island Keeper that he would write my name upon a white
stone.) Victoriously rising to my feet, I tightly
clench the engraved stone inside my fist, and as the
ebbing tide bids me farewell, I weep. My rehabilitated
soul shall never forget this replenishing, refreshing,
renewing
Nautical
Expedition.
Reason for writing:
The poem was primarily an assingment given to me in a
Creative Writing class. Beginning with the Acrostic,
MARINE, I began each line of poetry with each letter of the
word, "marine." After much criticism and many suggestions
from the professor and students, this is what I came up with.
The Island Keeper is a reference to God---in scripture, He
speaks of writing names of his children upon a white stone.
Birth sign: Not entered
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