An original poem based on our visit to our friends lake home on the 4th of July weekend.
BLUE LAKE - July 5,2008
by Jim Danielson
Dawn
Still waters
Reflect the crisp image of a fisherman drifting by
His line hits the water
Breaking the early morning silence.
One P.M.
Choppy waters
Speedboats race by towing tubes with clinging children
Their shrieks of delight muffled by roaring engines.
Dark
Still waters
A barge silently settles mid-lake
Fountains of light explode from the deck and high in the air
They sound their own applause
As they view their reflections upon nature's mirror.
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5 comments:
Jim, I had NO idea you were a poet. Honestly. OK, there were the notes from WTCST, but this is real poetry, and it's cool.
Not that the notes weren't cool. They were. Totally!
Fountains of light explode from the deck and high in the air
They sound their own applause
I love this. Thanks for sharing!
This and "The Artist" (posted a few weeks ago) are the only not-for-kids things I've done in eons.
Both times life just kind of moved me to do what writers do -- write.
Tricia and Lisa: Glad you enjoyed "Blue Lake". Thanks for your encouraging comments!
Lisa: Thanks again for hosting.
Beautiful imagery, Jim. Actually, I am kind of jealous.:) -Trina S.
Thanks Trina!
Jim
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