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Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 29
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for the month of November.
Topic : Write a poem about or inspired by a body of water.
Form : Any
Line requirements: six to twenty
Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish.
Questions?
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Im crying because I'm tired
I'm sad and thankful it's over
Scraping the matters clean
From any creativity left
Surviving the daily poems of LPIA
I hope to recover in time for April
So I can do it again, till the scraping
And tears are only blood and bone.
Shedding creative residue, every year
Maybe again for another LPIA
Golly some of your writings are so good
You know it too, going back to reread it
Like you can't believe you wrote it
But some of it sucked, like really sucked
And needs to be left in LPIA
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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Though the world may be swallowed
by the sea someday,
know that your life
is a river, that your sorrow
is a stream, and that today
the blue that so occupies your mind
is no vast ocean but the drip
of a faucet on your eye.
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If I could
keep you
in this view
until the next
sunrise,
I'd gladly give
this ocean
to you,
as a big
surprise.
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Ah, my dear departed
Tethys sea!
How grand you used to be
before India
crashed into Asia
and you ceased to be.
Ah, my dear departed molluscs
trapped high in the Himalaya
how you'd scuttle on the floor of an ocean
that is now only a notion -
you never got to evolve into multidimensional beings
singing tra-la-la-la-lalaya,
seeing a Stalinist purge
or a German offensive surge....
let this poem be your dirge.
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Every Victory
In Africa along the Nile
two lakes extend:
Victoria one of its sources
and Nasser three hundred
miles from end to end
both picturesque
Victoria for natural
Nasser for man-made architecture
both named for victory
but over what?
Victoria’s children tore
Europe apart past mending;
Nasser’s dam lake
drowned parts of other lands
which now revenge themselves
with a still higher one.
But the Nile still runs
and chuckles muddily
at all Man’s architecture
for now.
Non-practicing atheist
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My dream was to live on lake
like the one I knew as a child
broad enough that the far bank
was invisible until the western sun
illuminated the chalky cliffs.
But all the lakes are now merely
surfaces for the skiers, the party boats,
personal water craft buzzing
incessant until night, motorized
insects tormenting the skin of the deep,
desecrating the silent immensity
that a remembered lake should be.
