This month’s Versed in Florida is with University of South Florida senior Naomi Rosado. She’s studying English, Creative Writing and possibly music. She just transferred to Tampa from FGCU and is originally from the Miami area. Rosado tells WGCU’s Amy Tardif she started writing poetry in seventh grade but didn’t take it seriously until this year.
The Shore
Ssssh
Husssh
Ssssh
Husssh
Ssssh
The waves pull in
Husssh
They push from shore
Hear them sigh
They tire of Neptune's orders
Advance Retreat
Rinse Repeat
Again Repeat
Casting salty shadows
upon wet sand
Seagull idle chatter
pitter-patter of tiny feet
-Squeals-
Pails of sand
for castles
The ocean plays with them
peak-a-boo
The waves have gone -
Here they are!
Where have they gone?
HERE THEY ARE!
Sssh
Husssh
the constant
murmur
spilling secrets from
foamy lips
Slipping seashells
into my hair
I prance about
the shore
silk pressed sand
leaving prints of my soul
behind me
Tiny hermits
flee in terror
at the behemoth
Seaweed
wraps about my legs
claiming me as its own
But I
Am not
A Siren
I have legs that run
down the sandy shore
filled with stars above
the sky
a flickering lighthouse
in the distance
broken beer bottles
abandoned sand castles
of great Kings
of The Pail
ALL crushed by the behemoth
Crimson trails behind me
Slitting the skin
of my soles
I
Am
Helen
I leave destruction in my wake
I flaunt before Neptune
he will never catch me
for I retreat
from the waves
to the shore
seashells in my hair
as the waves sigh
Ssssh
Husssh
Ssssh...