Sitting on the Deck
Sitting on the deck over the lake,
my mind and body relax.
Eyes closed, I take a deep breath,
the sweet smell of morning air filling my lungs.
Imagining myself in a peaceful place,
the sun rising and loons calling.
Realizing this peaceful place is a reality,
I open my eyes.
Shades of pinks, reds, and purples explode
from the horizon.
Snow covered mountains in the distance,
so powerful, I realize how small I really am.
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~Picture This~
The blue sky,
construction paper,
poked through with needles,
held up to the light.
A luminous natural light halos over the horizon,
but electric light shines in the near distance
casting perfect shapes of circles
drawn on by an architect.
Off to the opposite end of the scene,
light blends together in a calm rainbow
blending up into the dotted construction paper.
Water and rocks break the light,
they cast shadows like an artist
shading softly as if drawing on silk.
Renee Sanfacon
A Mother’s Protection
Dawn. Forest.
Two, week-old, foxes stretch
wide-eyed
noses in the air seeking
A sight never seen alarms one.
I lay to their side and watch
pups concentrate
the rabbit is interesting
the pups are secure
I will keep them safe.
Stephanie Slusarz
There are pumpkins at the fish store
Halloween is near
The air is crisp and cool outside
the children give a cheer.
The two boys pick out pumpkins,
while in the store there’s fish
We’re in the fish mart shopping
to prepare a yummy dish.
Stephanie Slusarz
Never Forgotten
Calm, smooth blanket of water
Interrupted by jagged rocks that peek out from the ocean floor.
It moves on smoothly until it hits obstacles that interrupts it.
Water travels around the world,
Breaking when there’s something standing in it’s way.
The waves slowly smooth down the coarse edges of rocks
until they can break it up.
Then they can travel over them smoothly.
But it’s never forgotten that the rocks are there.
They are under the surface,
But they no longer peek out.
Jen Mountain
The Green Frog
The rock glistens as the water falls over the edge
crashing into more rocks, splatting over roaring waves with
its quick movements.
A tiny green frog hops along the solid ground,
dodging the forceful water. As I sit, the cold water racing, causes
a fresh burst of air that smells crisp and damp.
The green forest surrounding the raging river. The water
seems foamy and white, drops of ice water land on my bare legs
making my body bump with a chill, shivering up my body
causing my lip to shake. One drop of water lands on my tongue,
sneaking through the space in between my lips.
Tasting the image of morning dew, ripe and clean.
Autumn Sanborn
CATS
Cats...
Bright yellow eyes glowing in the darkness.
Shadows dancing in the eyes of the predator.
Mysterious and enchanting.
Wondering,
Wanting to know what hides behind the blackness.
Quiet, then again, so musical.
Singing,
Moving shadows behind the scenes.
Just a pair of glowing, yellow eyes
Yet, so much more.
Jessica Reed
THE RIVER
Clear and clean, moving ice
Runs down over rocks, brining them to shine,
White and blue, grassy back ground.
Trees, like green mountains
Behind them, true mountains
Gray and rough, pointy and dull.
Jason Baker
Sitting By the Waters Edge
We sat by the waters edge eying the horizon
Yellow, orange, blue, purple
A paint pallet
Colors come together blending toward a new shade
We sat by the waters edge looking out to the sea
Dark and rippled
A sheet hanging out to dry
Although much like a mirror
Reflection of the sky
We sat by the waters edge gazing into the sky
Stars were glowing brightly
A body of a fire fly
Becky Mros
Life Through the Cats Eyes
Anticipating, the cat sits
it’s eyes reflecting all that passes.
The mixture of blends on the coat it wears,
provides safety and warmth along with a bit of care.
Still it waits for a time
for a mouse, bird or any curious critter
to play the never-ending game of life.
In the end, one will win.
Mother nature will choose the winning participant
and the game will begin again, a game of instinct
a game of survival, the game of life.
Ryan Bartlett
In View Of Ice Storm ‘98
This is a tree.
An ice laden tree.
Bent over
By the weight of the ice.
Identical to one in my backyard.
So bent
It’s on the verge of breaking;
Sending the top half smashing
To the round,
The trunk
Sailing upwards
like a catapult.
Many trees appeared like that.
Some had branches that drooped.
Some would bend.
Others,
Bend and break.
Similarly,
People today,
Weighed down
With stresses of life.
Will they droop,
bend,
or
break?
Melissa Gingras
Sunflowers: Van Gogh
Light infiltrates the cold, silent room.
The only thing that dances is the paint.
The still yellows and browns blend into one another.
Drowning out life’s cruel fate.
Fifteen suns float in an empty sky,
All attached in a vase.
The lifeless surroundings of space and love.
Falling apart with the saddening face.
Is it life that kills the soul,
or love by itself?
Or was it the sense of being alone,
No one will ever know the truth.
He used to sit and stare in those suns,
but now the whole world sees.
Just what it was,
or what it seemed to be.
The Virgin Mary
There she stands,
watching, quietly with her folded hands.
Watching, waiting,
contemplating,
Who will go,
who will stay, we all will know someday.
We bring candles and flowers,
hoping to quell the Lord’s power.
But the day will come,
when life on Earth will be done.
Who will go,
who will stay,
we will all know some day.
He is sending us warnings,
for those who don't listen will be morning.
we all see,
so why don't we believe.
Be patient the Lord is working,
he is hiding and lurking,
to see,
who will go,
who will stay,
we all will know some day.
J.R. Hurd
The Lagoon Nebula
An explosion of brilliant
earth and color.
Seeming to eject from hell itself.
Faces racing into the sky
with determination and triumph
over a tremendous obstacle that
has a little part in all of us.
However, it’s more than
just being seen as a picture,
it is an experience of feeling,
that empowers us
with a look of awe in our faces,
and leaving our hearts
a few inches lower in our chests.
Overall even hell has some beauty,
in its own individual way.
Laura Bernier
Astronomy poem
A light blue and white lollypop.
A bouncing ball.
A round whole of light surrounded in darkness.
You can taste and enjoy a lollypop.
But little to know its a planet.
A bouncy ball can jump high in the air.
A planet can rotate around the sun.
The whole of light
Lies in our universe
As one of our nine planets.
Anna Gerry
Never Ending
Black, pink, and white mix
creating a fuzzy dream.
As you stare. You see the colors trying to create the dream,
never stopping.
Colors mix,
go around in a circle creating an imaginary black hole.
The colors never stop mixing,
never end, though it seems.
Gloomy.
A mystery.
You go somewhere you have never been before. The colors
never go away. They just keep on twirling and twirling,
A black hole. Like the world;
Never ending.
Courtney Warburton
Picture Poems
Orange, pink, and purple skies
repressing all their lies.
Cars go by and all you see is blue,
Hoping that one day peace will occur.
The plain trees stand nice and tall,
protecting and serving them all.
The couples take an evening stroll
along the paths of history never told.
Astronomy picture poem
Golden hills that roll for miles.
Enough gold to make an old man turn cold.
Lonely, golden paths that lead to destruction.
It never seems to be enough.
Like in the eyes of a gold digger.
The stars and planets are gold,
In the eyes of an astronomer.
Kim Zannini
September 1998
The water is like smooth silk material
Draping off the rocks and boulders of the river
It is majestic and vibrant like the northern lights
And appears to caress everything it flows by
Like a kiss of a light summer rain
The leaves lay aside as not to be bothered in there deep slumber
Wastefully spending their time
Like a young child board on a rainy day
The grass which borders the river bends willingly with the current
As not to disturb the thought of the moment
Gracefully swaying like wind charms in the breeze
Agreeing with the rushing river
Nicole Rozanski
Neptune
Neptune a giant heavenly body, larger than anything physically imaginable
sits in the dark confinements of space.
Its icy blue color
resembles the waters on Earth.
Cool and tranquil
Neptune’s birth mark, its dark spot,
made of smoky gases swirling around.
Fringed white clouds assemble near this spot
as if there is a big secret being told...
and no one is aloud to hear it.
How close Neptune seems through this lens.
50’s Picture Poem
It’s a cool day by the beach.
The fog has settled in and it is as thick as pea soup.
A woman is walking along the edge of the shore,
she id the only person out in this weather.
Why isn’t she in a dry, warm place
where she can avoid this weather?
Why doesn’t she have an umbrella or a hood?
A few rocks peak up over the walkway
to protect the woman from the violent tide
that has crept up to check on her.
Out in the distance there is a boat
trying to tame the misbehaving waves.
Its light shines but is barely visible in the cloudy sky.
The clouds have taken the sun hostage today
and they won’t release her.
They have turned the whole world gray and drowsy.
-Abbey Coffin