Crunchy the bite, sweetness tis out of site;
It’s so right a fruit an October Sun plum;
Hint of sour, from Australia;
Lo, weary traveler;
Where can you go?
To spend the best destination for October Sun;
Alas, try Costa Brava;
At the port of Blanes up to the French border;
Golden beach sands, Chartreuse, Emerald, Seafoam, Cerulean
Auqua waters found so Florentine;
Such an end run after the summer begun an Autumn vacation
All this and more plums in my hands amongst the October Sun
OCTOBER SUN Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
MIN 6 lines / MAX 12 lines.
THE DRIFTER
Dr. Jim Martin
The stranger rode wearily into town,
Wondering where at night he would be found.
Would he still be looking for lodging?
Or would he the wind and dust still be dodging?
As he carefully tied his steed to the gate,
He momentarily questioned, had he arrived too late?
The town seemed empty to his curious eye,
Perhaps, he should have ridden on by.
After many days of baking in the sun,
Had he made another dead-end run?
He walked down the street, no sound to be heard,
Not even the occasional song of a bird.
He thought, as he into the saddle did climb,
“I sure missed out this time!”
Away he rode in a cloud of dust,
To find a place with life, I must!
frothy wave's end run
naked bodies nestled hourglass
moon-ray on buttocks
© rajat kanti chakrabarty