Beach Girl


Lake Tenkiller


Listlessly floating, reaching out

Fingers drawing playful aqua swirls

Bright, beauteous days of blues and whites

Clouds drifting, growing, changing shapes

Gently disappear in their slow journey

To a misty, mysterious grave

Nary a breeze, still and mean

Starkly, staring glaring heat

Sweet salty sweat on upper lip

Languid streams flow 'tween my breasts

Smells of sun baked road and gravel

And earthy, lusty, dusty soil

Crunch of rocks and broken twigs

Tromping roughly down the trail

Funky, musky dead thing scents

Lie in swamplike ditches beside the road

Flowers, fragile, wild girl weeds

Harshly thorned and twining

Vines wrapped about, and choking trees

In an endless embrace of love or not

Lake smells of floating, rotting fish

Mildewing, brown leaves decomposing

Silent sails glide 'cross glistening waves

Tacking to and fro across the lake

Low droning hum of nameless bugs

Sing mindless dirges through the night

The owl's inquiries, never answered

Lull me to sleep's soft embrace

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Monday, May 05, 2014

Topic of this poem: nature


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A frequent haunt of mine in the state of Oklahoma

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  • Veteran Poet - 3,896 Points Bri Edwards (4/23/2014 4:38:00 PM)

    Sweet salty sweat on upper lips

    Tranquil streams flow tween by breasts

    do you have more than one upper lip? ha ha. i DO like the use of both sweet and sweat in the same line; AND a third s word in between! .

    by or my breasts? i don't mean MY breasts of course; i wasn't even there!
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    Musky, dusky, dead thing scents ......i like musky/dusky and i guess you can get away with using dusky to describe a scent. poetic license, you know.

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    Lay in swamplike ditches beside the road....if you want an english teacher to give you a glowing grade, you might want to use Lie in......

    In an endless embrace of love or not .....i like the inclusion of or not. thanks for sharing. bri :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 131 Points Beach Girl (2/21/2014 6:45:00 AM)

    @GB Thanks so much sweetie! I was actually looking out at the lake when I wrote this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 19 Points Goldheart Bird (2/20/2014 7:25:00 PM)

    Beutiful! Haven't commented much on any poems lately, but this is my favorite. I can even picture what you wrote, clearly in my head! ! I give a 10! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,273 Points Patricia Grantham (9/19/2013 8:44:00 AM)

    Very attentive to your surroundings. I can just envision the scenery
    that you so wonderfully described. Reminds of my childhood days
    when my siblings and I would lie down in the field of broom grasses
    and watch the clouds and nature all around us. The scents
    dried flowers and still ponds was amazing. Thanks for the memory. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 421 Points Shahzia Batool (9/7/2013 8:29:00 PM)

    nothing escapes the poet's eyes and memory...you are observant and expressive in your description! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 99 Points Marcus Mckinley (9/5/2013 10:30:00 AM)

    all the wonders of hiking, boating and camping by the lake. did you bring the marshmallows dear? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 113 Points Laurie X3 (9/3/2013 5:06:00 PM)

    This reminds me of a pond I'd go to a lot and just float on my back watching the shape of the clouds change. Brings back a peaceful memory. It is a sin that I was too busy this summer to make more memories like this. Thank you for sharing yours. (Report) Reply

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