Lake Tenkiller Poem by Beach Girl
Lake Tenkiller
Listlessly floating, reaching out
Fingers drawing playful aqua swirls
Bright, beauteous days of blues and whites
Clouds drifting, growing, changing shapes
Gently disappear in their slow journey
To a misty, mysterious grave
Nary a breeze, still and mean
Starkly, staring glaring heat
Sweet salty sweat on upper lip
Languid streams flow 'tween my breasts
Smells of sun baked road and gravel
And earthy, lusty, dusty soil
Crunch of rocks and broken twigs
Tromping roughly down the trail
Funky, musky dead thing scents
Lie in swamplike ditches beside the road
Flowers, fragile, wild girl weeds
Harshly thorned and twining
Vines wrapped about, and choking trees
In an endless embrace of love or not
Lake smells of floating, rotting fish
Mildewing, brown leaves decomposing
Silent sails glide 'cross glistening waves
Tacking to and fro across the lake
Low droning hum of nameless bugs
Sing mindless dirges through the night
The owl's inquiries, never answered
Lull me into sleep's soft embrace
A very descriptive poem. You have a beautiful mind and a sharp vision.
Very attentive to your surroundings. I can just envision the scenery that you so wonderfully described. Reminds of my childhood days when my siblings and I would lie down in the field of broom grasses and watch the clouds and nature all around us. The scents dried flowers and still ponds was amazing. Thanks for the memory.
This reminds me of a pond I'd go to a lot and just float on my back watching the shape of the clouds change. Brings back a peaceful memory. It is a sin that I was too busy this summer to make more memories like this. Thank you for sharing yours.
all the wonders of hiking, boating and camping by the lake. did you bring the marshmallows dear?
Bri, you were visiting Lake Tenkiller, that's amazing! When was this? I WAS probably there. :)
PH was taking too long to send this as a message, soooooooo.......... January showcase is ready to view. HAPPY NEW YEAR! bri (: ===================== p.s. my mate and i stayed two nights in Cookson OK recently, and saw Ten Killer Lake. i smelled the air, hoping to sense you there, but it was no use! : ( bri
It's like an elongated haiku that lends sumptuousness to your natural surroundings. Beautiful!
Funky, musky dead thing scents Lie in swamplike ditches beside the road............more than once, i have followed my nose to a corpse. no, not a human; a possum or woodchuck perhaps. this is a fine selection to again grace one of my/OUR showcases, this time in July 2016. it's been almost a year since last time! :) bri thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 3:03:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nothing escapes the poet's eyes and memory...you are observant and expressive in your description! ! !