Poem: Sitting by the lake

On March 10, 2015, the poetry topic idea Quiet was written about on this blog.  This poem is based off of that idea.

Sitting by the lake

Sitting by the lake,
the blue water is still,
and the air is cool with spring.

The forest around is green,
with tall trees,
that have the smell of pine.

By the lake are boulders,
large and gray,
with patches of moss growing.

The sun is rising slowly,
with the pale blue sky around it,
and small white clouds above.

The grass is soft,
and thick.

There are no sounds,
no boats,
or planes,
even the birds in the air,
fly silently.

Dragonflies land on the lake,
fish make ripples,
and in the distance,
a deer drinks,
all without a sound.

Sitting by the lake,
the blue water is still,
and the air is cool with spring.

Poem with an explanation: The Lake

The Lake

The water flowed with speed,
down from the waterfall,
and down into the lake.

But then as if with need,
the lava did not stall,
but caused the lake to quake.

The lake did then recede,
as clouds of steam grew tall,
as it did heat and shake.


The poem above utilizes the first experimental poetry form that was posted to M. Sakran’s blog of and about poetry and poetry related things.  It was posted on April 26, 2014.  The experimental poetry form was entitled Three and can be seen here: Three.

The poem above is symbolic of the process of boiling water.  The symbolism is through the metaphor of a lake filling, then being heated by lava, then having water in the lake turn to steam.  It follows the process of a pot filling with water, then the pot heating, and then the water boiling.

Post Series: The Orange Series: Poem with an explanation: The orange wing

The orange wing

The lake is deep and filled up high,
with liquid that does slowly flow,
and makes small waves as wind does blow,
and seems to hold onto the shore,
as it does move without a strain.
The liquid is so bright and thick,
and seems as if the sun was put,
within the lake as it did set,
as if it did so fill the lake,
and turn the blue to orange light.
Above the lake a bird does fly,
and tips its shape as it does sail,
through the clear air and toward the plane,
of the bright lake that is below.
And as it sails its wing does dip,
into the lake that is below,
and with a peace it lifts the light,
onto its wing as it does sail,
and flies into the light blue sky.
The orange wing does move about,
upon an arc that’s in the air,
and then above the soft white snow,
it sails again as it does dip.
And when the wing does touch the snow,
the orange light does fill it all,
and makes the snow glow in the day.


This is a metaphorical poem based on imagery.  It is written in iambic tetrameter, with no intentional rhyming.  The metaphor is based upon an inkwell filled with orange paint, that an artist dips a brush into and then paints on a canvas.  The lake represents the inkwell, the liquid in the lake represents the paint, the bird’s wing represents the brush, and the snow represents the canvas.