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A Summer Afternoon
By Bubblebrain
 
 A summer afternoon in a garden,
Laying on the grass.
Clouds forming in the sky,
Of the many things that passed.
Butterfly flutters near a flower,
Orange, white and brown.
Crickets make a lovely sound,
Bunnies hop along the ground.
Roses, marigolds, buttercups and daises,
Bumble bee flutters around like crazy.
Soil is moist and grass is green,
The most beautiful summer afternoon
I’ve ever seen.

Ocean
By Bubblebrain

 
I am diving into the ocean. The water is spreading across my face. The sea is blue and green, and colorful fish scatter all over.
As I swim deeper down, I see the beautiful coral reef. The sunlight reflects off the surface and hits the coral, making it glitter in all different colors.
A shark comes, seeking for food. Fish swim and hide away. After a while, the shark gives up and goes away, for he cannot find anything to eat. Clown fish poke out of the sea anemone. Tiny fish slowly leave their hiding spots in holes of the coral. Everything is back to normal.
I swim through tiny bubbles, a gush of water bursting softly through my hair. The ocean makes me feel like a gentle fish, shimmering and twirling about. I love this feeling.
Beautiful voices ring across the sea. Swimming deeper down, mermaids are sitting on ocean bed rocks, combing their colorful, streamy long hair that floats around their youthful faces. Their shiny tails flick against the sparkling rocks when they laugh, forming bubbles big and small.
I go to the sea floor and collect pretty shells. Unlike the broken ones I find on the beach shore, these are fully formed and unique. Then I let myself float to the surface. I put the shells safely in pocket.
I climb onto the sand and stand up, looking one last time at the ocean.
It is time to go home.

The Sorrow on the Beach
By Bubblebrain
 
 
 
The beach is silent,
no one’s there.
Everyone is gone,
and I am so scared.
Mermaid skeletons
washed up on shore,
The beach has no footprints,
seagulls sing no more.
To be with all the rest,
I must face my final test.
I lay upon the sandy beach,
and raise my arms to God’s own reach.
I shall sleep among the sand,
to die and fade,
for world’s own end. 

The Stream

Soft petals fall upon the stream,

And float away in a hypnotic dream,

And at the rushing water’s rim,

A willow that on the grass casts light dim,

The stream flows forever more,

Until at last it reaches the glittering shore,

Around it springs the grass,

And so flows the liquid mass,

Under the soft noontide sun,

The water doth frolic and run,

And so gently dappled in light,

The water flows on into the gathering night,

‘Til the end of time the water flows,

As around it the forest with dawn light glows.

Submitted by CC

The Moth

Wings, flutter

Tissue upon

The pane

Still, ragged

Drawn to light

Like a moth

You said

Patient, waiting

Moving, sideways

Up the glass

Smooth, clear

Others, draw close

The small challenge

The great, touching

Rippling movements

The effect grand

Veins outline

The smooth bisque

Color wavering

Off the pane

The Late Garden

Flowers torn

Pulled up

Out of ground

Beyond soil

Roots dangling

Web like

Holding secrets

Life and dirt

Leaves scattered

Brown, yellow

First fallen

Gathering bunches

Piles of green

Drooping, limp

Lifeless, dry

Boxes hold

Secrets, beauty

Other uses

Discarded autumn

Shoveled underground.

Bursting Color

Spires of red

Salvia just

Next anemones

Rushes gold

Fast delphinium

With phlox

Fretting lavender

French or Dutch?

Snapdragons, red

Fuchsia, yellow

Vibrant borders

Next door

Edging leaves

Pouring lengths

Across stone

Stepped upon

Curling clematis

Winding through

Unknown hydrangea

Stems steep

Mounting high

Upon walls

Over stones

Grasping, holding

Brick, mortar

Pulling far

Above windows

Looked through

By children

Wishing for

Warmth, sun

Days outside

Gone, now

Last breath

Of summer

Expired.

The Telephone

Grey, ringing

Numbers ordered

In disorder

Confused, crossed

Written many

Times, over

Entered, pressed

Inside, recorded

Dialed, heard

Messages, lost

Kept away

From me

What voice

Carries you

To such

Extremes, emotions

The sound

The ring

Gone from

My ears

Only words

Far away

Long before

You knew

Submitted  by Ella