Lake Cane Poetry Archives
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A Poem about water seeping into the space between
by Janet Mamon
she stands
heels planted firmly on the sandy shore
toes licked and flicked by cooling waves
she breathes
heart syncopates to the ebb and flow of
mourning tides
she cries
warm tears
adding to the waves of salted beauty
she is
one with the sparkles of water, azure skies, and infinite loveliness
she sings
a song of thanks that fills her to the brim
she believes
she is complete
and takes a bow
she is quiet
in the applause of
whispering wind
she hears
oh my love
pull back the curtain
the show is about to begin
Lament of a Mature Swimmer
LAMENT OF A MATURE SWIMMER by Michael Zahn
(SUNG TO “MY BONNIE LIES OVER THE OCEAN”)
My belly drapes over my Speedo,
My muscles are not to be seen,
The teenagers are making some comments,
And all of those comments are mean.
Oh bring back, bring back,
bring back my six-pack to me, to me!
Bring back, bring back,
my body at age 23!
When Water…
When Water… by Becca Preston #PumaPoet
When water
Goes with the flow
On my toes,
I feel its calm
And hear its
Peaceful sound.
As she drips from the sky
From clouds mountains high,
Like a kite
Thought out the night.
On waves of blue and white
That get as high a tower,
Full of power.
Destruction reigns,
When we try to maintain,
And tame
Her water’s life.
Water Just Is
When Water…
by Rebecca Preston
I sense her calm
And hear her
Peaceful sound.
She can spout from the ground
Or twirl round and round.
Water can smell
Salty or musty.
She can feel
Clean or muddy.
She can be
Stagnant And still
In murky brown.
Water just is
She goes with the flow,
Fast and steady
Or rough and hard.
Be cold and heavy,
Be light as a feather
As she melts and dissolves.
She drips from the sky
From clouds mountains high.
Like a Kite,
Throughout the night
On waves blue and white,
That get high
As a tower,
Full of power.
She can bring life,
She is timeless
In her cycle that
Is pending
And never ending
Hard 2 Object
Hard 2 Object
Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
Ubiquitous.
Tasteless.
Colorless.
Bountiful.
Nourishing.
Necessary.
Powerful.
Tumbling…tumbling… tum-bling.
Crashing…crashing…cra-shing.
Resolving itself in quiet places
Righting itself in quiet spaces
Where you can hear yourself think –
Leaving
Refreshed.
Renewed.
Poseidon’s Daughter/Water Fodder
by Geoffrey Solomon
For the thirst in my heart, I sought her
The only quench was Poseidon’s daughter
To play hard to get he taught her
For want of her coolness I’m hotter
To slake my thirst I have bought her
The sailors lament, she was not her
Surrounded by her I caught her
Embracing her swells, I’ve got her
As she drowns my soul I fought her
She chokes me, I love her
Water
Now I lay me down to swim
By Michael O. Zahn
Now I lay me down to swim,
the Lord knows that each stroke’s a hymn,
a solemn song my body sings:
a sacramental offering.
If I should tire before the shore,
And never reach the beach at all,
I pray the Lord my soul to take,
that in God’s glade I will awake.
Volunteer Swim coach: A Tribute
By Michael O. Zahn
He walks with two canes,
he’s fragile and fat,
the kids on the team
lug his extra-wide chair,
gently help him sit back.
But his voice still has sinew,
he bellows tough drills.
With sandpaper words
he strives to propel
even the slackers,
to make all excel.
Once, long ago,
he was slim and swam swift.
An Adonis in butterfly,
flaunting gods’ gift!
The water was whipped
by his lunges and plunges!
Sprays of ribbons
were showered by judges.
Ribbons fray.
Butterflies die.
Bodies betray.
The gods can deny.
What’s left of Adonis
you’ll find at the pool
in his extra-wide chair,
a pain-drenched old grandpa
who’s fighting despair
by bequeathing his dreams
to the ripening teens
on the high-school swim team.
The Lake Cane Restoration Society
By Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
Form: Acrostic
“Lucky” Meisenheimer’s
Aquatic oasis is
Kept swimmable, fishable, drinkable, and loveable1 through
Efforts proactively protecting this unique spring-fed water resource in central Florida.1
Complaints, anger, disgust from residents and visitors
Alike were volunteer swimmer-scientists’ call to action.
National media joined their curative response to the
Explosion of algae. They prevented green slime from claiming our favorite swimming-hole.
Notes
1Promoting best practices in restoring Lake Cane
https://lakecane.com/about-us/