by SEACC | Mar 5, 2021 | High School Poetry
I ~ Picture the way the snow hits the yellowed streetlight in the dead of night. The bits of white lighting up the inky black backdrop like static on an old TV. The sky like a chess board from soft flakes falling in their perfectly timed order. II~ Feel the way it...
by SEACC | Mar 5, 2021 | High School Poetry
1. Nourishing, not only by the chain of animals, but down throats like smooth molasses drains. Washing down like gliding boats. 2. The breeze in Hawaii, tropical and relaxing. Unlike any other, our low tide scent full of the native dinner platter. 3. Blanketing down...
by SEACC | Mar 5, 2021 | High School Poetry
I met you last spring By the sea shore, For once, my mind did not hurt anymore My mom at peace, the water calm I laughed at the barnacles held in your palm That you covered With your hand, You the ocean waved back again And now I wait, to return once more So that I’ll...
by SEACC | Mar 4, 2021 | High School Poetry
Water is the essence of life. It is what makes up our entire being and existence. It flows through our veins, And is the heartbeat of mother nature. It is in the earliest records of ancient times, And in the latest of modern scripture. It can be the cause of life, or...
by SEACC | Mar 4, 2021 | High School Poetry
In Southeast Alaska, Water is everything, Is around everything, Is part of everything In Southeast Alaska In Southeast Alaska, Water Is in the rain, Is in the streams, Is in the humid Summer air In Southeast Alaska In Southeast Alaska, Drought Is a concept, Is an...
by SEACC | Mar 4, 2021 | High School Poetry
1. No land in sight. Yet the man didn’t turn back. Sailing for days on end. 2. The hot summer sun, beating down on their backs. A quick dip in the river. Now back to work. 3. 4:00 am wake up, Painfully thirsty. Reach to the nightstand, the glass is empty. 4. Years go...
by SEACC | Mar 4, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
Author’s statement: This poem arrived on a brisk walk down to Rotary Beach in Ketchikan, last February. Walking at the edge of the water this morning In the company of wind whipped snow flurries Sweeping in, then out over the shore I stop – noticing moving...
by SEACC | Mar 4, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
Peering down, I wonder— What waits beneath the surface? Choppy and rough, or smooth and calm Quietly curious as it laps at my palm A slow descent, then I find Extraordinary life of every kind: Red corals, pink algae, green urchins galore Anemones, moon jellies,...
by SEACC | Mar 4, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
When I feel like an ermine in a hunters’ world outwitting the obstacles left in haste for me. When my tree bark flakes from one too many aphids sap-sucking my skin, and haphazard, thirsty roots stretching out from my trunk recoil; When propped up like a...
by SEACC | Mar 4, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
the ocean, as the mother; the tide her rhythm, embracing us, rocking us, sometimes shaking us. The moon as the father moving with the mother, rhythmically and lovingly
