Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach sea creature

Blobfish 

From the side and top views,

he looks more like a fish,

but head-on resembles

Ziggy’s head on a dish.

Looks melted and flabby

Miserable and sulky
A gelatinous mass
Fat head that’s quite bulky

Beady eyes and big nose

An unquenchable frown
A real bottom-feeder
on what’s floating around.

 He’s becoming extinct.

He’s as pale as a ghost.
He is so seldom seen
off Tasmanian coast.

He’s as inedible

as an old rubber boot.
No muscles and lazy,
so butt ugly he’s cute.

Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach - Bikini

Quite a Show

She hooted and hollered

and waved her hands
as she slid down
the quadruple curve waterslide.
She plunged in at the bottom
and came up with a smile.
People stared, laughed and whistled.
They must be amazed
at her spectacular showmanship.
She went over to a man,
asking him the time.
Maybe she’d go again.
He seemed to have lost his words,
sputtering, large-eyed
he finally pointed at her.
She looked down,
and then turned to see
her hot-pink bikini top
floating in the water.

Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach Paradise wordle: idyllic, palm tree, coconut, bamboo, hut, hungry, clothes, native.

Idyllic Isle

 On this idyllic isle, where I now live,

It’s easy to take, and easier to give.
Harmony exists within the smile,
Where I now live, on this idyllic isle.

When we want to eat, all is supplied.

Of hunger here, no one has died.
Pineapples and coconuts fall at our feet.
All is supplied, when we want to eat.

The clothes we wear, simple and chic,

The natives design and make each week.
But you can say we’re almost bare,
Simple and chic, the clothes we wear.

No house to clean, we live in huts

Made of thatch with bamboo struts,
And palm tree fronds, no need for screen.
We live in huts, no house to clean.

We do what we wish. We swim a lot.

We practice all the skills we’re taught.
We sing and dance and boat and fish.
We swim a lot. We do what we wish.

 

Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach - waves

Over or Under 

Riding atop the wave

Free, easy, exhilarating
Sucked in under the wave
Fighting, fearful, drowning
Lord, grant me skills to surf

Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach Children

Joy

 
Open mouths
Eyes shiny and bright
Arms waving
Feet dancing
Kids’ first day at the ocean
Discovering waves

Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach Ekphrasis

 photo by Walt Wojtanik
 

Wind and waves

Water-soaked tennies

Faded jeans
Eyes to see
Age and ocean-polished stones
Life consists of small

Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach - Amusement Park

Idlewild Park

 

I remember every year Mom,

D ad, and the five of us girls

L oaded into our car and

E scaped to a wild and

W onderful place,

I dlewild Park. We gulped down a picnic

L unch of fried chicken and all the trimmings, then

D arted off towards the sound of the train whistle. We

 

P layed all day—toured the petting zoo,

A nd we fished at the fish pond, winning worthless toys.

R ode the Paratrooper, Tilt-a-whirl, Caterpillar and more. We

K ept it up all day. And the chocolate ice cream tasted better there.