Footprints in the Sand

in the picture

we smiled, we laughed

you chased me across the sand

the water lapped lightly over our feet

the sun shone brightly down upon us

~

now as I stand where we stood

my face void of anything but sorrow

letting myself sink into the sand

searching for our footprints

but no, silly me, the waves stole those from us too

~

my feet lead me to the surf shop

my hands hand over money for a board

remember, you were the one who taught me

taught me to be fearless, to jump right into the waves

but look where that got you

~

the waves are calm today, so unlike the ones that day

back then I was like you, I lived for danger

we braved those waves together

but you, you weren’t thinking straight

you misjudged that monster

~

that wave swallowed you whole

drowned you a thousand times

pulled you under, wouldn’t let go

but I saw that, I saw where you disappeared

and I frantically dove for you

~

but it was too late, I was too late

you lay limp in my arms

even the doctors couldn’t wake you

couldn’t let me say goodbye

they just watched, as part of me died

~

today I'm not so sure I'm surfing

sure, I'm on a board in the water

but I don’t stand, I don’t race over waves

instead, I sit, knees to chest

rocking back and forth, back and forth

~

I bet you’d laugh at me for being so emotional

and I'm sure I'd smile a little

as I'd wipe my tears away

telling you they were just rain drops

again you’d laugh, lifting my soul a little higher

~

I find myself with a ghost of a smile

my well of tears finally dry

I head back to the beach

and walk for hours carving our footprints

where they were and where they should have been

never letting my memory of you wash away

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EKK15
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EKK15 wrote a review · Sun May 21, 2017 2:13 am

Hi!

Ok so I love this poem and it reminds me of a lot of things in my life.

Like a few people have mentioned, the line "stabbed at you a thousand times" is a bit weak because a wave can't stab at you. I think if you used a word like swallowed or engulfed, it would pack a better punch and capture the reader. I would only use stabbed if you were trying to describe a massive rocky storm, which in this case I don't think you are (I could be wrong though).

I really love the last stanza and how you talk about carving footprints, but maybe instead of carving you can use tracing? I feel like carving would be used if this is the first time you're stepping in those spots.

This is a beautiful poem, and I hope you continue to write with this much passion in your voice!

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Saruka
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Saruka wrote a review · Wed Apr 26, 2017 1:57 am

Heya Queenie! It's Saru here for a hopefully helpful review!
In the first stanza, you said,

in the picture

I think it'd be kind of hard to capture all this in a photograph. It's just what I think, though.
stabbed at you a thousand times

How exactly does a wave stab? (I actually really don't know, does it?)
And... wow. That was beautiful and I loved it. I barely have any criticism for you, and that's how you know this is great. The rhythm, the layout, and your stylistic choices (even your tilde [~] page break looked like a wave) all matched up to form an amazing poem. Keep writing, I'm looking forward to it. :3

Saruka

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Silberfee
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This is a really good poem, it captured the grief perfectly I loved it
I just have a few edits to suggest:

my face void of anything but sorrow
I think this sounds clumsy because later in the sentence you contradict the first part by saying that the speaker is filled with sorrow. I would reword that.

stabbed at you a thousand times
I would change the verb because water doesn't 'stab,' i think 'swallow' or 'drown' would be more accurate.

I loved this bit here, it conveys how doctors who spend years in medical training couldn't save the victim :
even the doctors couldn’t wake you

couldn’t let me say goodbye

they just watched,



Ahh I love the contrast from the beginning :
but I don’t stand, I don’t race over waves

instead, I sit, knees to chest

Rocking back and forth, back and forth


This is very good keep on writing !!

Thanks for the review!

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CrazyCattle21 Comment

That is very good. I think you did an impressive job expressing the grief that comes with losing someone (at least that is what I am assuming your goal was). Though it is not the same, your poem puts me in mind of Metallica's Until It Sleeps. The only thing I would nitpick over is your not capitalizing the I(s). That is about it, otherwise, Great poem!

Thanks for the comment!



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