Serenity is a Teal Sailboat
by: Anna
by: Anna
On calm waters with glistening waves,
A cyan sailboat with stillness glides.
Floating with hardly even a breath,
Peacefully it rides.
The vessel, or the catamaran,
Encompassed in well worn green trim,
Delicately layered wood in teal,
Emits a tranquil charm.
Lush green conifers’ stand tall,
Stand proud against the bright blue sky.
Silently, placidly, the sailboat passes,
With only one passenger to carry.
An artist, paints this vista,
In smeared bold strokes of a brush,
He captures an emotion with beauty,
Seals it in time like an empty hourglass.
Fish play near the surface
Brown, blending, lazy,
Seem to disappear and camouflage,
Into the deep blue water.
Water that seems to rest,
Sparkles under the sunlight,
Sunlight that shimmers,
Dances across the surface without plunging.
The sailing craft does not stray,
But seems to dally, and stay,
Just a little longer in this place,
This place of calmness.
The peace that won’t be broken,
Except for the cry of a lone eagle,
Fills us up till’ we’ve been refreshed enough,
A cyan sailboat with stillness glides.
Floating with hardly even a breath,
Peacefully it rides.
The vessel, or the catamaran,
Encompassed in well worn green trim,
Delicately layered wood in teal,
Emits a tranquil charm.
Lush green conifers’ stand tall,
Stand proud against the bright blue sky.
Silently, placidly, the sailboat passes,
With only one passenger to carry.
An artist, paints this vista,
In smeared bold strokes of a brush,
He captures an emotion with beauty,
Seals it in time like an empty hourglass.
Fish play near the surface
Brown, blending, lazy,
Seem to disappear and camouflage,
Into the deep blue water.
Water that seems to rest,
Sparkles under the sunlight,
Sunlight that shimmers,
Dances across the surface without plunging.
The sailing craft does not stray,
But seems to dally, and stay,
Just a little longer in this place,
This place of calmness.
The peace that won’t be broken,
Except for the cry of a lone eagle,
Fills us up till’ we’ve been refreshed enough,
Enough to leave and enter a new, unforgiving place.
4 comments:
Good job Anna! I didn't even know what some of the words meant . . . you're a little genius & so talented.
Good job. I always love your poems. You should post your poem that your 8th grade English teacher read out loud to the class. I love that one!
Liz. Don't feel bad about not knowing what some of the words mean. Anna didn't know what they meant either ;-)
only two of them! :)
i just forgot to look them up from the thesaurus.
that's such a nice poem, it's so pretty! I posted a poem on my blog that I just wrote about a sailboat : )
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