Best Lake Michigan Poems

I look upon the water glittering and bright, white caps flashing, dancing diamonds in the light 

The breeze is strong, crisp and clear. Boats abound jibing sails dotted far and near 
A flash of white and screeching cry, seagulls appear racing through the sky
Sun on...

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Just as mirror of the sea,
 Lake Michigan’s shinning big.
 Boats are passing with the sails –
 summer has refreshing air.
 
Ideal shallow to swim water –
 heated, crystal air vibrates,
 at trees people sit in shades,
 some are playing on fine sand.
 
Shining with...

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on the banks of lake michigan i found my true loves soul
tired and twisted in a wreckage of folded metal resembeling avatgard sculptures

nameless, senseless, and cold i drug her from the wreckage while the sky was painted red and black
now with the moon in my...

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This chilly water I am sitting in.
Could it be Lake Michigan?
Slimy minnows in spurts.
Sharp stones that poke and hurt.
The sand is a bit harsh.
But exfoliates if you’re in a rush!
The breeze is a bit chilly.
The seagulls are a bit silly.
I get tangled in the seaweed.
And...

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Coast to Coast

The sun ascends over the Great Lakes
Settles back into the indigo depths
Flight of a copper swan shore to shore
With her sweeping wing tips skimming

Commanding
The azure locks of eternity to open
Gather her iron-ore souls from the cliffs
That lift along the turquoise bays

Arise
Our northern Holy...

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Arms and legs peddling struggling
I tread
In the middle of the lake

There is 300 feet of blue water
Between the soles of my feet
And the 10,000 year old dance floor beneath.

Torch Lake never gives up her dead.

The lake’s bottom is pocked
With springs bursting as jets from Middle...

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Tip of her kayak
Tears
At the tissue of Torch Lake
In its morning middle

New sun floating blurry
A half-deflated balloon
Struggling on a string above the hills

Fists of fog like marble hands
Warming themselves in the steam
From the night-chilled water

I can barely see our daughter
Out there
Lit
Like a dragonfly
On the petal...

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Oval
Orange speckled rock
As large as a giant dinosaur egg
Sat in the scratchy field out back
Of our lakeside A-Frame cottage
Next to McLaughlin’s orchard of cherries

Where honeybees are fanned to clover fields
And Torch Lake swings below
From the corners of the hills
Like a hammock spilling of sapphires.

I suppose...

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Steering our boat across the moon glow
Like a fork stabbed through cream
We careen in the sheen of upside down light at 3:30 A.M.

The July night tries to close on us like a lid

The result of one too many martinis
By dad at Dockside						Shhhhhhh

Let it go
The bow...

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The screen door
Of the lakeside cabin
Is carved with slices
The size of claws
From the jumping family dog
Of long ago

From which fish flies skim through
The moonlit din
Thinning
Themselves
Into those slots

Dropped
Like silver coins
Into the lamp light
Of the cabin

Hoping it’s enough
To re-start the cuckoo clock
Left for dead
On my old man’s...

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Pet Poem, My Pup Hufty

(My fist year living away from my parents)

I wanted a puppy.  I didn’t choose her,
But she became mine, staring out  the third-floor
Window of that Chicago apartment,  together
Watching it snow as I asked her, “What do you see?”

My artist...

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In the coffee and cream
Of campfire and moonlight
Her luscious legs are like cinnamon sticks
Stirring the heat of the July 4th night

The fire’s glow
Ruby shoes
Slipped to her bare feet

Full moon a spotlight
My wife is a movie star at her own premier.

We’ve held hands beneath the dazzling...

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