Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.3
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Sand in sheets
scuffing skin and reminding 
last nights attire reaks like bonfire
 a hundred days like this 
   a sea of endless laughs rolling 
     like filmreels infinitely looped fantastic

Their cars rolled in, shiney and pretentious
  personalized plates waxed clever wit
crowding this small town to gloat in sand-side castles
Yacht club yucks shelling bucks like bayou crayfish
  condescending, fun loving, brash Chicago touristas
    
Bless their daughters who filed in sassy
  chin up, chest out trustafarians
scents of coconut lotion and clinique perfume
  wafting through our warm lake breeze reality
Giddy and loving our rough edged style
  intending to slum with townies, like we minded...
  smiles glowing in those bonfire nights
     mischievious and promising...
Every action thereafter defied catholic school education
   ...benificiaries of repression rebellion...like we minded!

Lake Michigan was paces from my bedroom window
 These sparrow serenaded mornings..
  ...morphing into something amphibious 
when the alewives were raked, we lay lazy 
Bodies melted into sand~~ sated with sun
 splashing back to cool off in sandbars
   coolers anchored in those cool waters
     taking long pulls off a perspiring Heineken

Beach days concluded with seagulls off to hunt
  Squaking as they ascended into pink and orangecicle skies
The water shimmered like a million illuminated snakes
 ...side winding-mirrored the suns final say
Couples pulled up to Harbor landing to see the show
  heads melted into one mass in windshields all around
    lovers seeing nature's beauty more vibrant as lovers do...

The sunset brings a new purple backdrop
  squaks are replaced with crickets chirps 
Bright-then-fading green...BRIGHT-then fading green
  Children gathered fireflies in jars laughing
Ice cream stained faces aglow with captive glee
 
Then to black and star filled, became the sky
  we returned to cooler sand pushing between our toes
scurrying through dunegrass seeking driftwood and brush
 creating a structure to take to flame...a science for proud boyscouts
There we gathered with newfound gals from cross lake 'burbs
  sunrise would end our night tonight...awaking to lifeguards scolding.
    
 

Inspired by John Heck's Summer Contest!!
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required