Dear Man-Made Lake,
I am glad to be by your side;
spot your winking fish.
Invade your shades of spring,
adhesive beneath
the superglue sun,
an ombre of watery wrinkles;
I admire your wisening.
The towers above
are your antenna,
tuning in.
Wires like dead ends.
Wispy sharp clouds
cutting blue ribbon skies.
Initiating a new season,
christening us as friends,
to the wildlife’s chagrin.
In-too-deep-again,
Your Lakeside Lover
Dear Lakeside Lover,
You dangle in me,
tease out early spring.
I’m seething with the pink legs
of your offspring,
the in and out buckets
full to the brim,
poured into the sand
on a whim.
Euphoria or hypothermia
setting in.
Be warned!
You only lightly warm
on my synthetic floor.
Clouds selfishly cover the day,
my face now solid gray.
Will you pack up
your plastic trinkets, run away?
Navy blue heartache,
I’ve known these moments, too.
I’m dismissing all of you.
I think I see a snake-skimming
by the shore.
Insincerely,
The Man-Made Lake
NaPoWriMo Day 11- The challenge today was to write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you. Join us in verse.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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