Traipsing a pool of surging seawater,
Heralds of a large wave caused their squatter,
Illuminating the summer season,
Strands of dread-locks fly, windswept the reason,
As, sets sweep in, so does the huge masses,
Lifts field glasses exchanged for sunglasses,
Locks propped lookout towers shades as, first aids
Call for mouth-to-mouth is then canceled says,
Older boy revived as responder was
Uncle Joe, never that nurse Sue, because,
Liked her skills, though all were tested today,
During tidal surges, ills at the bay,
But, overall, smooth sailing as always,
Everybody deserves a well earned praise.
Date: 08/25/2019
Categories:
field glasses, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Acrostic
With magnetic fascination
akin to domestication
I connect with Ms. Rabbit’s dawn.
Four babies she’s laid in my lawn.
Provoked by supernal emotion
stirred by a sense of procreation
I cancel lawn fertilizer.
Grass cutter? I will advise her.
Unparalleled admiration
drives my kids to affirmation.
They promise to protect new pets
no bikes, baseballs or bayonets.
Deeply compelled, preservation
builds a hutch in exaltation.
Field glasses from my window pane
track nature’s risks: sun, wind and rain.
July 6, 2019
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for contest FINETUNE THIS, A COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier
AFFINITY WITH NATURE
by Line Gauthier
Magnetic fascination
Kin to emancipation
A connection internal
Stirs emotions supernal
Nature is unparalleled
Provokes intoxication
As we feel deeply compelled
To exalt admiration
Categories:
field glasses, 11th grade, animal, birth,
Form: Quatrain
quintain
From my wheel chair facing their veranda
I could not distinguish the girl next door.
She looked somewhat like my niece, Miranda,
except for her hair halfway to the floor.
(Miranda always kept her hair shorter.)
I turned the music down so I could hear
the conversation that was taking place.
Although I consider myself a seer
who reads expressions on a person’s face,
I discerned the voice of a reporter -
well-known correspondent on radio.
She posed some questions, most of which I missed.
Once she turned her head towards me, just so
and I caught one, clearly getting her gist.
“Is your neighbor watching us from her deck?”
Taking the hint, I retreated inside,
unaware of how obvious I’d been.
It was then I saw what she had descried.
Eavesdropping had not caused her chagrin,
‘twas the field glasses hanging ‘round my neck.
Categories:
field glasses, 11th grade, people, places,
Form: Rhyme