Chris Conn Poet Footle

All Work No Play

Ship shape
I wake

Sun rise
Rub eyes

Set sail 
Kiss gale

Boat rides
King tides

Big bite
Fish fight

All day
We stay

Reel in
Blue Fin

Clear sky 
Gulls cry

June day
My way

Sun set
Feet wet

Reach shore
Back sore

Now dine
White wine

Great times
Wind chimes

Night falls 
Sleep calls

Star light
Good night.

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Michael Tor June 16, 2022 at 11:35 PM Chris dont leave us. Hang in there buddy.

I Am Anaya June 15, 2022 at 2:48 PM Great story telling, took me away, "kiss Gale" too cute! Anaya

Evelyn Judy Buehler June 15, 2022 at 9:21 AM The sparkling images created by your footles, tell an interesting story of a a fun day well spent on the sea. Blessings, Evelyn Evelyn Judy Buehler June 15, 2022 at 1:14 PM Is that so?! You will be missed, my friend!!! Chris Conn June 15, 2022 at 10:38 AM Thanks Evelyn. Only a few poems away from my departure from 'Thesoup' and back to obscurity.

Mystic Rose Rose June 14, 2022 at 12:59 PM What a wonderful ride you take us in with your delightful short bursts of beauty, congrats on a job well done . Chris Conn June 14, 2022 at 2:37 PM Swordfishtrombone. Chris Conn June 14, 2022 at 2:09 PM Travesty at sea I'm there nowhere.

Karen Jones June 13, 2022 at 11:21 PM This was fun! Chris Conn June 14, 2022 at 1:30 AM Thanks Karen. One of those CraZy Mix-Um-UPs poems.