Writing Byte #10: Seeing the Sea

I look at the sea, and the sea looks at me.
I dive into its arms and it buoys me up.
I slide on the slippery seaweed and pebbles.
I dance as the waves slap the water in time.
I feel the spray in my face and shout to the sky.
But I know to never let this relationship go too far...
For if I go too deep,
the water would swallow me whole.

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Books

Here is a series of books which I enjoy reading which you might like too. 1. The whole of the Warrior Cat series by Erin Hunter 2. The whole of the Redwall series by Brian Jacques 3. The whole of the Elyon series by Patrick Carman 4. The Mistmantle Chronicles by M. I. McAllister 5. Famous Five by Enid Blyton 6. Secret Seven by Enid Blyton 7. The whole of the Narnia series by C. S. Lewis 8. The whole of the Malory Towers series by Enid Blyton 9. The whole of the St. Clares series by Enid Blyton 10. The whole of the Dear America series (Each book has a different author) Here are lists of books that I enjoyed which aren't in a series which you might like. 1. Princess Academy by Shannon Hale 2. Secret Garden by Francis Hudson Burnett 3. A Little Princess by Francis Hudson Burnett 4. Our Only May Amelia by Jennifer L. Holm 5. Caddie Woodland by Carol Ryrie Brink 6. Thunder from the Sea by Joan Hiatt Harlow

Haiku

Swimming in the depths Splashing in the bright sunlight Dolphins are playing

Writing Byte #16: Sisyphus

Boulder on a hill, tumbling down, With stubborn resolution, coming back around, Letting loose a cry, a frustrated sound, As the boulder kept on, tumbling down. Sisyphus gave chase, landing with a bound, Stopping the boulder just as it reached the ground, Shoulder set, teeth gritted and head down and bowed, He roared with the effort, clearly and loud. Inch by inch, climbing up the mound, As the boulder gained weight pound by pound, Never giving up, staying strong and proud, He struggled to the top, reaching for a cloud, But anyone knows a cloud’s not a sound- foundation for rest, and so he found, the boulder, fell, turning round and round, As the boulder kept on, tumbling down. I reached out to him, as he came towards me, wanting to show him, make him see, he didn’t need his boulder, didn’t need to succeed, If he just let go, he could hold on to me. So for a while he did, intimately, Arms around me, holding so very tightly, But whil

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