Like a shy zooplankton, I float along
Carried by fierce currents.
I struggle but fear makes for strong,
harsh deterrents
This life feels microscopic, the drifting
in every direction
I can feel the current shifting;
no protection
So I yield myself to the water’s will
As true zooplankton do.
It washes over me, until
I’m born anew
For the Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France
1/12/23
Astounding, amazing abyss
Beneath both beautiful and bountiful
Clear, cleansing caverns
Diving dangerously for discoveries
Enchrusting Echnoderms
Foraging fish
Gorgeous gastropods
Hunting hammerheads
Intelligent invertebrates
Jubilant jellyfish
Kindred krill
Light-emitting lanternfish
Mouthy marlins
Natural nautiluses
Obdurate octopus
Protective pinnipeds
Quiescent quahogs
Rounded rays
Seafloor sturgeons
Timid turtles
Utilitarian urchins
Valiant veliger
Wonderful wrasses
Xenial Xingu River Rays
Yielding Yellow-finned tuna
Zealful zooplankton
Saturday, December 11, 2021
'A'' Forms, New Poems, 10 or more lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Along the east coast shores of the Atlantic,
Bluefin tuna swim together in silver waters
Cresting in the sunlight’s lightening thin, rays that
Drape earth’s womb-waters in golden curtains.
Earth’s womb is blessed with many species of offspring;
Finned and plants, her children, all.
Gulls in watch-flight soar high above,
Hoping for dinner, a reward of her love for gifts,
In kind, it’s such good grub.
Just hear them winging, singing songs to
Keep those womb-waters, dancing along
Like a rocking cradle.
Music from the deep, brings such peace,
No disruptions here, in this tranquil place;
Only tranquility can replace the
Peace and security of the womb.
Quiet, serenity
Resides here, with all the
Secrets in Gaia’s keep.
Trust, no one will ever steal
Under cover of night, her secrets deep.
Vanquish will she, the villain invaders
Who seek to harm and steal her labors and claim her
Xiphosura children for their own desires.
Yes, Gaia’s womb’ed ones, she’ll fight for and precious
Zooplankton her precious ones, all.
Grains of sand
hiding small burrows;
every tiny sand crabs, the Emerita Analoga
needs its burrow.
intense sunlight’s warm but
has its dangers, even for a tiny crab’s skin.
xiphosurans, cousins to the sand crabs,
don’t need to stress and
worry about the sun
as unless they are upside down, it won’t harm them.
long hot summers will see sand crabs burrowing to
keep themselves from sunburn and dry skin. These
burrowing crabs have insufficient legs for traveling.
zooplankton nourishes the crabs,
building their health so they can burrow deeply
underneath the sand.
just watch where you step at the beach,
no one wants to be squished when they’re building or be
renovating their lovely burrow. All life is sacred,
please show some respect.
Krill in abundance,
Shrimp like creatures bloom oceans;
Blue whales scoop and sieve.
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