I wrote this as a school assignment. I think it's one of my better poems. |
Clouds of mauve whisper delicately across the timidly blushing pink sky Like bits of cotton batting P u l l e d a p a r t By the hands of a curious child Whhiiissshh.......whoowhoo!! Whhiiissshh.......whoowhoo!! The trees sway in the gentle breeze Conversing with the lonely loon Sleek in his sorrowful beauty ~All is well~ A sliver of orange peeks over the horizon Shyly yet earnestly Like a glowing ember Stoked by a single puff of air Rising, growing, gaining strength Rising, growing, rising, growing RISING GROWING The brilliant, blazing ball Hangs high against the softly blushing backdrop Emboldened by its rapid growth Clamouring for attention Like a garish, tiresome tourist in a gallery The sun climbs ever higher Obnoxiously erasing the hushed hues of the dawn Slathering the sky with a harsh Bristol blue The colour of antifreeze, Toxic in its aggressive brightness Reflecting blindingly off the sapphire lake, Sparkling with the promise of a new day Honk! Beep! Grunt! Move ya car, asshole! They have arrived Swollen, bloated, bulging out of Their scant Spandex garments, They rush in on sausage-link legs Ravaging the peaceful shores Like a ruthless, stalwart strain of cancer Push! Shove! Click-click-click Get outta my way! Like hordes of seagulls Pecking, squawking, squabbling All vying for their rightful shares Of a treasure which was never theirs Nice guys finish last From amid the rabble comes a medley of heavenly voices Of fallen angels ~Lost~ In the midst of INFERNO Hey, can I play? Puis-je jouer avec vous? Sure, come on over!! Giggling, digging, paddling, splashing Their melodious laughter S p r e a d s t h r o u g h o u t Like a cooling salve Bringing ~Relief~ Sun sets Behind its pastel blanket of dusk They begin to depart, Straggling back from whence They came Calmer now, No profanities punctuate Their parting All is again well Caressed by the wistful glow of twilight, The waves roll in, fall back Roll in, Fall back Sharing one last dance with the soft, sandy shores Smoothing their rumpled surface to a glassy sheen And the navy-black waters glimmer in the moolight Sparkling with the wisdom of the innocent. |