Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach - Tides

Tides  

Earth rotates

Moon and Sun exert gravity
Sea rises and falls

Weeks go round

Trials versus blessings
Moods rise and fall

Poetic Bloomings, Life's a Beach, Picnic

Oh, We Love to Picnic 

Oh, we love to picnic! And this is what we’ll take:
Watermelon, chicken, and biscuits that flake,
Potato chips, pretzels, vegetables and rolls,

Rotini Salad, potato salad, Jell-O by the bowls,
Chocolate chip cookies like our grandmas make,

Ice water and lemonade (don’t forget to shake),
Hamburgers, condiments, plus sirloin steak.
We’ll cook them sizzling hot with glowing coals.
Oh, we love to picnic!

And what shall we eat it on?—make no mistake,
but remember blankets, flatware, paper cups and plates.
And let’s take the volleyball, the net and poles.
We’ll play a game or two, then go for some strolls.
But after we eat so much, it’s hard to stay awake.
Oh, we love to picnic!

Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach Lighthouse

Second Purpose

A small white house with green shutters,

a tall lighthouse splotched with age
sit side by side on a hill.
The small white house remembers
a family chatting over meals,
sharing chores, playing games,
reading books to each other at night.
The lighthouse remembers
their care to keep its tower lit,
its bright beams reaching out to sailors
warning them of rocks and shallow waters.
The two buildings watch tourists coming up,
allowing them to peek into the past,
but keep their stories to themselves.

 

 

 

Poetic Bloomings LIfe's a Beach -Night at the Beach

November, on our honeymoon,

Wyoming plates, like a cartoon,  
we pulled into Destin late at night.
My husband gasped at the sight,
“Oh it can’t be! No, no, no!”
He mistook the white sands for snow.

Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach - Waterway

Just Add Water

W hen you get right down to it

A ll dreams, ambitions, positions,

T oys, trips, cars, houses, stuff,

E ndless goals and to-do lists don’t

R eally matter without water.

Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach--Seagulls

Take Out

 

Seagulls search with sharp eyes.

“It’s time for lunch,” Mama said.
“No!” she refused with loud cries.
Seagulls search with sharp eyes.
Her sandwich took to the skies.
“I’m hungry!” she said with a pout.
Seagulls search with sharp eyes.
“They’re hungry, too, no doubt.”

Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach, Boat

Little Row Boat 

Round and Round in our little row boat

Oh, we have fun, but we don’t go anywhere

At least we two will stay afloat

Round and Round in our little row boat

And look at how much time we devote

Okay, we’re not so big on finesse and flair

Round and Round in our little row boat

Oh, we have fun, but we don’t go anywhere