
Just one
Fish in the sea
Of all humanity
Swimming towards eternity?
You matter!
Cinquain

Just one
Fish in the sea
Of all humanity
Swimming towards eternity?
You matter!
Cinquain

Prayers out sent to cover
Those its fury hath touched
Prayers sent up to gather
And bring winds of change
Turning the path’s course
To remain at sea
Syllabic Verse
Prayers for those in the Bahamas who are facing the destruction of Dorian’s wrath at this time.
Praying it’s fury will be lessened and it’s path turned out to sea so it will not make landfall anywhere else.

High upon a rock
Above the craggy shore
Shined a beacon
A guiding light in the night
Kept lit by the hand
Of a watchman of the sea
With tides of time
Waves of change came, yet
Lonely lighthouse stands
Choka
#MayFalls19 Poetry Challenge—Prompt: lonely lighthouse

Sea breeze.
Gulls cry above.
Waves softly rolling,
Covering footprints in the sand.
Ocean
Sights and sounds delight weary soul,
Seeking tranquility,
Refreshing life,
Anew.
Butterfly Cinquain
#MayFalls19 Poetry Challenge Prompt: sea breeze

Memorialized
For years of dedication
Oversees the sea
Senryu
Andersons View Point in Tillamok County Oregon is a beautiful scenic roadside stop that overlooks the Pacific Ocean. This place memorializes Billy Anderson who was a dedicated surveyor for Tillamok County for many years. His surveyor’s transit tripod still stands on the banks overlooking the sea.
It is a great roadside stop with fantastic views of the ocean.
Roadside America Memorial to a Surveyor
History of Tillamok County Surveyor Dept


Little blues leaving
Under the cover of darkness
Daily ocean foragers
Haiku

Breathing in so deeply
Scents of seaweed and crisp air
As gulls seranade
And ocean foam caresses
Sand covered toes
Sunset glistens like gold
Shimmering on waves
That meet rocks and waiting cheek
With a salty kiss goodnight
Choka
challenge is to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear

Wanting and wasting are we
Living in a plastic worldly tent
Of high tech commodity
Wanting and wasting are we
Our waste destroying the sea
And littering our enviroment
Wanting and wasting are we
Living in a plastic worldly tent
Triolet
This poem is based on an “up-ended” meaning of this phrase: “waste not, want not”
This is actually a proverb which means:
if you use a commodity or resource carefully and without extravagance, you will never be in need.
This was one of my mom’s favorite sayings. She lived the the Great Depression. We would all do well to learn to do this nowadays.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 13
we challenge you to write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended.of a familiar phrase get up-ended.