making fun of poetry! pretty fun :)

Hang Loose

Wet seals flapping in the water
We set out on a mission
Feet squishing in our skintight boots
The white crests of foam splash on our bellies
Paddling on our boards now
Dodging green waves that would push us back to shore

We struggle forward
Wondering why the hell anyone would love this sport
I look at my slippery friends
Smile to myself, “we’re in this mess together”
Suddenly caught unawares
I’m pummeled deep into a swirling confusion of water
I cover my face and head as taught
But the board tricks me and smacks me behind the ear
Surfacing, I try coughing out the salty gulps inhaled

Leftover adreneline fuels my laughter
Laughing at my clumsy escape from natures careless forces
She does not care if I love her
As I admire the curling beauty of the tides
I continue to get pushed and smashed around in this enormous pool
All the while keeping focused on catching a wave while avoiding injury

Finally, I settle my soul in the perfect place
The wave comes and I paddle with it
Accelerating on my stomach
I push up and catch a ride on this temporary blue shuttle
We ride together toward shore

Sitting on my board I watch it all from a distance
Rain lightly mists on my face
The sounds of the waves are now but a whisper
All of it like a dream to reflect on
Zen… this must be heaven

Gone

There is an emptiness here
The space is bigger
The toys are gone
The room is quieter

I hope you are okay
Looking out the window as you always do
Sleeping in a ball so comfortable
I hope you don’t miss me as I miss you

The last straw sits here in the middle of the empty room
Reminding me that you are not really gone

Glass City

Shimmering, glimmering, twinkling and blink
or whatever other word you may think
This city of reflections
Colours disappearing and reappearing
Melding together like some Monet painting smeared by the rain
Look in one glass pane and see the reflection from another
A homeless man walks past a businessman
Universes collide
We walk with our feet firm but we may as well skip
As soon as the keleidoscope turns, all shapes and colours change
The beholders eye at the axis
Dictating the direction of spinning
See pieces of lives float by in a flash
Beep beep beep!
Awake
Lights go off
Music fades..

Man of Moss

There he sits
The man whose thick matted beard is like ancient moss
Muttering past conversations aloud on the bus
We all smirk thinking he is some sort of quirk
But we all do the same, in our minds...

His hair
Stark white and scarcely distributed
White fluffy clouds randomly dotted on the sky of his mind
He gazes at the young boy sitting adjacent
Who looks outside to the world

Contrast embodies life

An old man dies, a young boy lives
To enjoy the limited space
On our planet Earth

The earth which we come to resemble

Our gnarled limbs
Knotted roots of trees jutting out of the ground
Creased faces
Cracked mud on a plain
Bursting blue veins surfacing
Ready to shoot out new life

Our slow external decay preparing us
For what we are to become

The man moves slow
Time is of importance no more
Soon his organic matter will nourish the earth
With his last exhale of carbon dioxide
He inhales it back
For now he is the plant
The tree
Standing still in time

© Lucie Semenec

Mind the Flowers

Pavement ground, asphalt road
Brick building, glass window
Red and white neon light
And down below near the gas pumps
Lays an orderly display of geraniums

Bringing colour to a drab station
Turning dirt to fresh and clean
As exhaust pipes pass them by
They give a magical sway
Not knowing the reason for where they were laid
© Lucie Semenec