This is a poem I wrote last spring for a creative writing course I was taking in college.

I'm pretty proud of it.

If I ever write/post anything else here, never expect it to be much better than this because in my opinion this is pretty much as good as it gets in my style of writing.

(not that that's a bad thing)

the girl standing on the pier

her breezy baby blue blouse grazed only the very top of her arms,

and her delicate blonde curls fell across her dainty shoulders in

crashing waves,

glimmering in the crisp yellow light of a fresh June afternoon,

its beauty and magnificence mocking the sand's rough hues,

as did her glowing golden skin,

shown much affection already by the early summer's

shining skies.

she knew not what she was.

but her clouded blue eyes were torrid with a deep, passionate love

of the sea,

and an ignorance of her radiance,

and a concerned soul for all whom she encountered

to share.

and this is why when the wind curled around her,

the waves were violently covetous

and reached high on the legs of the pier

and they hurled their fingertips ever upward

grasping for her.

And the breath of the ocean was thick and heavy

And it veiled her vision

And it braided itself all around

And it entangled her body in a most possessive embrace,

eager to make the girl its own.

the look of her stirred the earth itself

and caused the wind to shake

and see his vicious ways

and he halted.

and the waves tried to keep it up

but without the wind's fervent greedy thrall,

they could not.

and the sea held its breath,

for the sun presently nudged the clouds

out of his path.

and again the girl on the pier shone like gold,

and again the world lay mystified in her grace,

and still

she knew not the weight of her presence.

bonus giggle for those of you who read the whole thing:

When I logged in yesterday to lurk a bit, Shaq was sitting next to me doing the same, and this is what happened:

Me: "What the hell? Why did they change the color of the logo TODAY, when you guys JUST ordered shirts? That was a terrible idea–"

Shaq: "Yeah, wow, I wonder why they did that TODAY."

Me: :slithering away silently: