Poetry sharing among the Lake Cane community
Our September 2020 Poetry Winner
The Corona-cation Chronicles Day Thirty-six
By Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
There is calm in a rain
that keeps one still;
drizzle or deluge
off leaves drops spill.
And when the rain stops,
there’s calm there, too.
On a drip tip rests
a watery bijou.
My eyes are riveted
on this delicate balancing act;
calm in anticipation
of its longevity protract.
And just like that,
the droplet falls to the ground
where it does the most good
and in this my calm is most profound.
© June 2020 Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
September 2020 Poetry Submissions
Flow
By Samia Diouri
I want flow like water,
Find my path of least resistance,
Recognition of my reflection in others,
In the ripples of consciousness,
Know my soul is a drop in the ocean,
And my love is a river,
My wounds are but canyons etched over time,
I let go and resign to the rain filled valleys,
And surrender to the divine.
The Corona-cation Chronicles Day Thirty-six
By Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
There is calm in a rain
that keeps one still;
drizzle or deluge
off leaves drops spill.
And when the rain stops,
there’s calm there, too.
On a drip tip rests
a watery bijou.
My eyes are riveted
on this delicate balancing act;
calm in anticipation
of its longevity protract.
And just like that,
the droplet falls to the ground
where it does the most good
and in this my calm is most profound.
© June 2020 Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
Read PoemSouthern Lakes
By Jennifer Kostrzewski
Southern lakes are great.
They’re warm, wet, and refreshing.
AHHHH! Alligators!
Let this lake . . .
By Michael Zahn
Let this lake
be lit with love
for the creatures below
and the creatures above.
Let this lake
be flush with fish,
fulfillment of
every angler’s wish.
Let this lake
be glassy smooth
so paddle boarders
can get their groove.
Let this lake
be gator-free,
(as much as any lake can be)
so swimmers
can kick in ecstacy.
Let this lake
be free of yuck
for those who
quietly skinny-dip
(or chunky-dunk).
Let this lake
be fertilized no more
so weeds don’t choke
and block the shore.
Let this lake
be bright as crystal,
with clarity deep,
not superficial.
Let this lake
please all its users,
including canoers,
kayakers and canoodlers.
In summary,
we surely all want Cane to be
a haven, clean, pristine, pollution-free.
We are Cane’s men, we are Cane’s women:
Let this be our sacred mission.
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