Posts Tagged ‘poetry-winner’
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
The Lake
By Seth Wycha (age 7)
On the weekends when I wake,
I like to see our local lake
with my mommy and my bike,
my little brother on his trike.
If I’m lucky, in the water
I might see a baby otter
or some birds in the trees
while I feel the gentle breeze.
There’s nothing like the water’s shine.
The lake – where lovely creatures live and dine.
The Golden Rule
By Barb Abney
When what the world portends makes you blue,
To thine own lake be true.
COVID, war, work and school,
Can make your life seem less than cool.
Not to mention the price of fuel!
When it all seems just a little too cruel,
Remember Lucky’s Golden Rule –
To thine own lake be true.
The Lucky Lake
By Michael Zahn
Lucky lake!
Our volunteers have made a vow
to help Cane cope
— right here, right now —
with Godzilla Hydrilla
(and Noxious Nitrate)
that choke and cloud,
make swimmers frown,
(could make our lake a burial ground).
But we stand fast
(swim even faster),
we swear that Cane
will shine, not fester.
In May each year,
hundreds race our Golden Mile.
They dread no depth,
they fear no reptile.
See the lively noisy splashy mob scene!
— as we raise cash to keep Cane clean.
Frogman Nighttime 5k OPs
By Laura Cole
Frogman Nighttime 5k Ops
If you swim, you could be tops
Should you regard the feat amiss
The deepest dark liquid abyss
Water’s surface shimmering sheet
Know you not what lies beneath
But if you dare to take the challenge
‘Twixt faith and fear hold in the balance
When you emerge, what will you be?
Transformed into a frog maybe?
Some wretched form human or beast?
Or Salamander, the very least?
Come and swim it does entreat thee
But you fear, “It just may beat me!”
One thing is true, somehow you know…
This night, subdue your greatest foe!
Life-giving Water
By Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
A whisper from stream’s rush
becomes booming, deeper truths,
shouted by a pounding surf
She never turned a deaf ear
to solar psalms and moon mantras:
In lack, excess;
in punishment, rewards;
in a threat (cancer), possibility.
The ocean holds the key to her survival;
sunlight dances on the promise of her future.
When the world forgets, she remembers-
The ocean is among the best medicines.
The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.1
Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.2
She has both.
Notes
1 Isak Dinesen
2 W.H. Auden
Drink in the Waters
By Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
Drink in the Waters
Ubiquitous
bountiful bays
luminous lakes
nourishing narrows
clear, cool creeks
swift, shallow streams
Rushing rivers
carve colorful canyons from
roily rock
Rough rapids
refresh and renew;
foaming falls’
resolution
serene seas
Best medicines
© May 2019 Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
Read MoreFirst Lake Crossing
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.
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.
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.