Poetry-Nature

Peaceful river waves whisper nature all around me. My pen reaches into calm breeze. Sunshine on water makes the blue look like someone broke pieces of gold and threw them in. Every wave pops up, meets soft green leaves. My feet drag against rocks. I am just trying to make my way through nature’s galaxy. A boat in the distance starts moving toward us. Then—a dead stop. When it moves again, it is a seagull flying. The boat passes rows of homes, its motor interrupting the blue water’s turn to speak. Very rude of you, speedboat. A man on the other bench meditates. He should be able to enjoy silence. Yeah, speedboat, he should. I move away from shade and my brother shows me a great egret catching a fish. Two egrets and a swan converse. We watch a slow tortoise rise from the water and kayak toward us and the poor gargantuan tree tortured with graffiti. But the tree offers shade and shade and walking are the prerequisites of parks, as is trying to remember your brain’s best poetic errands. Like I just did. It’s not hard if you jump in the waves and swim in the land of thoughts. Rainer Pasca, 9Bay Shore, New York

Thunderstorms, My favorite things. I sit on the porch with a cold treat. Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, warm And watching the sky light up. Thunder echoes through the air, a grin creeping Across my face. Darkness all around, The stars are hidden behind the dark clouds. If I look fast enough, I will see the bright streaks Race across the sky. Raindrops dance as they hit the ground, Drops tickle my toes. As the night sneaks up on me, I only close my eyes and smell in the wonderful smell. The smell of fresh liquid pouring from the sky. Lulu Priede, 11Minneapolis, Minnesota