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The Grand Granada Cook-off
Written for Creative Bloomings, “It’s A Day” As we wind down to the final days of “Camp”, today is an Event Day! What day is it? Invent a special celebration for today and write a poem about it. “Packing” Day? … Continue reading
Brain Drain (a limerick)
Written for: Creative Bloomings, “It’s Raining, Again (outside)” But, this time you’re caught outdoors in the storm. Do you run for shelter? Seek refuge in a clearing in the rocks? How about dancing in the rain with reckless abandon? How … Continue reading
Magnificent Sunset
Standing on sand, people flocking as gulls, all facing forward at darkening sea. Seek out shades shifting in sky, striped across a ball of fiery red, slowly sinking, blinking last light across the ocean, watching us gasp in quiet awe, … Continue reading
Far Away Horizons
How prominent in breadth and importance earthlings think their planet is, when far away a scope in space takes pictures, showing a small blue dot. Earth is only a speck in their horizon. Perhaps we ought to broaden our own. … Continue reading
Cool Teens
We thought we were the height of cool Oh, the tans that we’d flaunt in school The secret was, take baby oil, mix with iodine, don’t recoil. Shake until red, our only rule. We greased ourselves like teenage fools, lying … Continue reading
Beach Romance
Blue sky beach day, shining sun mirrors water. He notes the wonder but is alone, eyes closed listening to “She Loves You” on his small radio. He hears sand shuffling, someone walk by then stop. A girl hums softly in … Continue reading
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Once There Were Gold Fish
The little girl stared in wonder at an old frayed photograph in which a green sea met a blue sky. A sailboat went floating by, and jumping fish frolicked. She asked where this place was, what creatures were these, and … Continue reading
Plumeria
I can tell I will like this island; it has no palm trees. I am thankful they are not native to Plumeria, where purple, red, and yellow plums hang next to each hut. Other than a straw hat, and a … Continue reading
White Force (a fibonacci)
White waves rush at crushing speed, heading straight toward you. Can you withstand force or fall prey? Written for Poetic Bloomings – Day 19 Waves (rhythm, power, personal changes or upheavals in life)
Time Limits
Parents have so many rules. I cannot go swimming because I just ate an egg? And then there are the time limits. An egg, maybe a fifteen minute wait, but a sandwich and fruit? Forget it, I’d have to wait … Continue reading