Poetry From the Mind of Talia: Back to Cocoa Beach

Backstory

For my intro to creative writing class, we had to turn in a portfolio filled with 8-10 poems. Back to Cocoa Beach is a reverse poem meaning the poem is in reverse like how you would reverse a movie or a tv show from the beginning(I hope that makes sense) and is about my dad's wedding that happened last year. 

I hope you enjoy it!

 Back to Cocoa Beach

It was like the ants coming back to the hill

As the water was being pulled back into

The water bottle

Just like that water in that water bottle

My tears rolled into my eyes

As if never there

The words my father and his new bride had said

Was taken back like a bad joke

We all walked back to the cars

Trying to get away from the sand

That was heated up by the scorching Sun

Only for it to tag team with the wooden dock

Digging into our feet as it passed us

To the gravelly road

Dusting our feet to make room for the pebbles

Whose home is now our feet until we make it

To the cars where they decide they didn’t

Want to live there anymore

Did our feet not live up to their expectations?

One by one we pulled out of the lot

Driving backwards to the place

We got dressed at

We’re rushing back into the hot sun

Back inside to strip the fancy attire

Changing into something more

Comfy

Like shorts and a T-shirt

Back to the cars

Back to the clubhouse, we were staying

Me trudging around looking for my bed

Instead of my father

The sunrise turned to a sunset as I went back to sleep

Excited about my dad’s wedding

Lost Girl

 This is a poem I wrote for my intro to creative writing class. The assignment was to write about something you miss or want back. I wrote about wanting to go back to my childhood, which I'm sure some could relate to. Poetry is not my forte, but I'm learning. Heads up, it does sound like a short story in a poem layout.

😊Enjoy😀

Lost Girl

When I was a little girl I wanted to go to Neverland.

To be among the fox, bear, twin raccoons, skunk, and rabbit.

What animal would I be? 

A wolf among them I would be.

I would howl at the moon with all my might.

Attack the rabbit like it was my prey.

We would tousle with each other to the ground, the dust covering us

Like a blanket given on a cold night.

We would laugh knowing we were never enemies.

Fox would teach me how to shoot bows and arrows. 

He'll be the older brother I never had.

Straight-line we would fall when Peter Pan arrives. 

The euphoric feeling, I would get when he praise me

For a shot I made.

Or the drooping of my wolf ears when he scolds me for fighting

With rabbit.

The feeling of pleasure when he won his fights against the villainous Captain Hook.

Flying with Tinkerbell feeling limitless.

Sleeping with nature looking at the stars.

Swimming with the mermaids, amazed at their beauty.

Free I would be like a wild animal that's been trapped.

A child I would stay.

Staying a child is what I’m after.

Who wouldn't want to live like that?

Alas, those can only be blissful dreams.

At eighteen I realized Peter Pan can be the hero

Or villain.

Children would call him a hero who saved them 

From the beast known as adulthood

Adults would call him a villain, a pedophile who

Snatched kids away.

Me, I see him as a child who didn’t want to grow up.

A child who saw the world for what it was.

A child who has been traumatized beyond recognition.

A child who wanted to stay a child.

Sadly, we can never stay children,

But we would have the memories.

I may not be at Neverland physically,

But mentally I am there.