Bards of the Lake

Poetry sharing among the Lake Cane community

Tom's Poetry Contest Rules

1. Keep your toe in the water (Try to make a connection with something aquatic)

2. Keep it on a calendar page (Shoot for something between a Haiku and a Sonnet)

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April 2021 Poetry Submissions

First Lake Crossing

Apr 1, 2021

By Barbara Giles

Splashing bodies glide into the deep.
Face beneath the water. Pulse takes a leap.
Breathe stroke stroke breathe.

Fingers graze an object! Swelling sense of dread.
Monsters under water? Or only in my head.
Breathe stroke stroke breathe.

Red orb floating. I can make it there.
Reach the halfway point. Now I can take some air.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Back under the water. Mind under control.
Back under the water before the day takes its toll.
Breathe stroke stroke breathe.

Middle of the lake. All alone out here.
Glancing to the distant shore. All I feel is fear.
Breathe stroke stroke breathe.

Reaching finish dock. Kick the fears away.
Face towards the rising sun. Time to face the day.
Breathe.

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Seasons’ Cycle

Apr 1, 2021

By Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

Temperatures plummet, heaviness falls from the sky.
A weighty, shiny, deadly intruder overtakes everything;
glistens deceptively;
makes its home atop the small, strong, and sturdy;
coats the tall and majestic as well.
Even they must succumb to the crush
of its crystallized calamity.
In brokenness the fallen lie quiet,
hopeful warmth will return
for those who remain,
bringing with it a kindness…

Tasteless, colorless, and mindful.
Ubiquitous, nourishing and necessary,
flowing from heights, resolving itself in deepest, darkest places;
connecting one body to another;
carving colorful canyons from gray granite.
A gift from above it refreshes and renews
all that is around it.

The brutal becomes bounty.

©2014/March 2019/March 2020 Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

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Our February 2021 Poetry Winner

Water Seen

By Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

Pastel hues of orange and yellow gently herald sunrise;
morning lifts its misty veil from water’s edge.

browns, blacks, whites
varying sizes and shapes
indigenous or immigrant
birds of a feather…
go their separate ways seeking delights that lie below the surface.

Heads and/or bodies submerge
surface somewhat satisfied

but one, unidentified caring heart
silently signals “There’s great eating over heeeere!”

their differences aside
they come together
to feed from the underwater abundance;
demonstrating there can be harmony among us.

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