The featured picture was framed by
By Diane (enaid27@gmail.com)
.
The poems are the results of a "Write to a Picture" challenge.

 

 

ON A SANDY BEACH SITS MARY
DREAMS OF LOVE WITH SAILOR HARRY
SURROUNDED BY PRETTY SEA SHELLS
HARRY'S SHIP RIDING OCEAN SWELLS


MARY WAITS FOR HIS SAFE RETURN
WARMING SUNSHINE THE CLOUDS DO BURN
SOMEWHERE FAR SEALS START INTO BARK
IN THE SAND MARY DRAWS LOVE MARK


SEAGULLS SOAR OVER DIP AND DIVE
WHEN A SCHOOL OF FOOD FISH ARRIVE
MARY WAITS FOR HARRY TO COME
SHE SITS IN SAND AND STARTS TO HUM


HARRY'S SHIP IS ON ITS WAY HOME
MARY HOPES NO MORE WILL HE ROAM
SHE WONDERS IF HE'LL ASK TO WED
SO FAR THE WORDS HAVEN'T BEEN SAID


ON A SANDY BEACH SITS MARY
DREAMS OF LOVE WITH SAILOR HARRY
SURROUNDED BY PRETTY SHELLS
HARRY'S SHIP RIDING OCEAN SWELLS



By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)

 




 

Deep Thinking



Clearly, she’s of another world,
Captured inside the picture’s frame,
All about her, warm currents swirled,
Albino bisons look on, tamed.


Seashells, kelp and coral abound,
Her left hand gripping a rock shelf,
Strange place for a girl to be found,
At peace, submerged, all by herself.


Imagery, hard to explain,
Symbolism for the viewer.
Partly seen from a wagon train,
Some from a coral garden tour.


Abstract is this artist’s design,
Drawn from flashes of his thinking.
In therapy now, doing fine,
Since he’s cut down on his drinking.



By RickMack (Rmrickmack@aol.com)

 




 

Submerged



Drowning in a sea of animosity;
Trying to rise above the viscosity.


Sullen in the ebb and flow of life.
Depression seeps in like flood water under a door, refusing to dance to the tune of the fife.


Who will rescue a damsel in distress submerged in vague thoughts and uncertainties of will?
Who will step forward to a life fulfill?



By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)

 

 

The Sand and the Sea



The winter blahs have her dreaming,
Dreaming of the sand and the sea,
Dreaming of summer sunshine,
Dreaming of her once-upon-a-time family of three.


Her parents are gone now,
Loneliness has set in.
She isn't quite old enough to vacation by herself,
Nor is she old enough to vacation with a boyfriend.


Summers at the beach are only a memory now,
Sea shells, sand dunes, ocean swells -
She likes to dream when time allows,
She often dreams of the sea.


Her high school days are behind her,
Brown University is ahead.
She is nineteen years old,
Tall, fair, with hair that is brownish-red.


Fast forward ten years and this is where she is:
Married, the mother of a one year old.
She lives on the ocean; her husband likes to sail.
She goes to the beach every day; it never gets old.



By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)

 

 

When I Awoke



I dreamed I cried a sea,
Rose from my bed,
Where I fell despaired,
Was it only last night’s hours?
That you sailed away?


Would I could but float with you?
And angels wash us over
See us safely through.
But I awoke in a swirling sea
Of ocean mists enfolding me.


I will miss you, sailing Love,
Please be safe, and when
I awake again, may it be with you,
May we sail away in alabaster shells
And mists of blue.



By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)

 

 




I can't seem to find my grocery list.
I've looked both near and far.
I'll try to remember what I have missed.
I need ketchup and mustard..a jar.


There was something else I know.
I'm pulling my hair out by now.
I'll look more...this time high and low.
Was it cheese with the Laughing Cow?


I seem to be seeing seafood about..
Was it crabcakes? Or tuna in a large can?
Of one thing there is no doubt...
I need a better plan!



By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)

 

 




They've locked me away in a room
I gaze disconsolately out the window
They say I'm a portrait of gloom
Evading the realities of life.


The room is dreary and gray
But as I look beyond the glass
The darkness fades away
I see angels and colorful visions.


Perhaps I'm truly insane
To see visions so gloriously bright
As I look beyond the window pane
I find golden rays of comfort and peace



By Frannie (Frannie516@comcast.net)

 

 

              

 

              

 

 

Where Did Your Love Go?



Quasimodo



Trees



Silent Snow



Snowflakes



A Woman Unknown



Haiku: Winter



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