elegiac
TICKLE MY TOES
They tickle my toes.
They line up in rows.
Oh! What can they be?
A starfish or three?
The water has a pink shine.
Too many colors to rhyme.
Red for my long, long hair.
Orange fish who swim near.
Yellow for the rays of the sun.
Blue for the water that’s so fun.
I can stay here the whole day.
The seagulls have come to play.
The birds circle around me.
Yes! It’s the best place to be.
Source:farewell
Wait for the night
to darken the sky
in deep shades of red
to purple fading to black.
Silence follows on gossamer wings
to quiet uneasy heartbeats,
to soothe the roaming beasts.
Wait for the night
to bring a dark veil on activities,
to unfurl the roaring waves.
Silence is here
and so is the night.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.
From under the sea
they have come for me.
Rising from the deep
they come when I sleep.
Through the small town, they roam
looking for a new home.
Blending with tourists at day,
but at night they get to play.
Blood-thirsty as they are,
they don’t have to go far.
They take sustenance within reach,
leaving dead bodies on the beach.
Tourists flee the hotel
before they’re doomed to hell.
The evil one walks tall.
Our town will surely fall.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.
Source:relatlonship
Hit me.
Strike me.
I will carry on.
Soak me.
Shake me.
I will carry on.
Sink me.
Drown me.
I’ll still be here.
Red hot waves lap at the shore,
Bringing with it, blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
The Dead are right around the bend.
Death is their evening delight.
They descend with all of their might.
Florida will never be the same
Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Rise up through the air.
Lift your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.
Let the water flow.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself in the air.
Dance for me.
Give me your wicked smile.
A little laugh.
Show me your endless joy.
Dance for me.
I want to see your special dance.
A clap or two.
A little twist for me.
Dance for me.
AN ARTIST’S PALETTE
Nature leaves an artist’s imprint
on all that it reaches.
Waves of the ocean can appear
in the coldest reaches.
Nature’s colorful palette
extends from the sky to beaches.
We might try to copy nature’s soft stroke,
but we must listen to what it teaches.
