Day 9 - Light on the water

August 9 - The way of light on water

Inlightened Ruffles

Inlit petals awash with pink blush 

Glides gently on molten wax

Crisp breeze caresses velvet ruffles

Bruised tips cradle

                            embers

                    dreams       glow

Inner contentment floats on viscous

                                             primordeal fear

Glazed

         in one rose

- Leandra Kafer (8. March .2006)

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Gently, gently it floated

Hovering

Not touching the cold water beneath

Pale and fuzzy, it could not bring itself to damp its life with this unhappy medium

Alone it wandered, wondered, searched for a companion, a someone, a friend

Searching across the water at last it found a beam of hope

"Come to me," it whispered,

     older, wiser, a lady

To the beam it flew,

     quickly as its form could fly

    to the voice that reached and faded

                             reached and faded

                             reached and faded

At last it reached its love

   Dodged bodies on the water

 And joined with its love

A stationary love

Whom it would leave

Older, wiser

To float again

Leaving with love and regrets

To find someone to share the water with again

The first poem I wrote years ago in my high school Creative Writing class based on the image you see.  When I read the prompt it was the first thing that came to mind so I had to copy it in before I began the new poem.

In the second poem I see this little, young, fuzzy, male ball of light floating above and wandering the dark ocean, searching for more of its kind and rather lonely.  Then it hears this siren voice calling across the water.  The voice is a lighthouse; older, more mature, female, maternal, and rather stuck in her ways (she is a lighthouse after all).  It dodges the boats on the water around her to fling itself into her light beam.  There they are very happy for a countless number of years until it begins to mature and realize that, despite their happy times, the lighthouse with it's stability and it with it's inherently playful and freewheeling ways don't share the same lifegoals.  So eventually the fuzzy light, now stronger, leaves to wander the waves again, again in search of someone to share life with. 

Day 9 - Getting Permission

Giver permissions to my students to write about themselves or whatever they please.