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#OctPoWriMo Day 28: Poem —Lannet — « A Beach Journey Still » #amwritingpoetry


For OctPoWriMo Day 28, the prompt is choices or a journey. The type of poetry I’m using is called a Lannet, which has 14 lines, 10 syllables per line. The Lannet has NO END-LINE RHYMING SCHEME. Only internal rhyme is allowed. There is no sIambic form, pentameter or tetrameter (etc.) for a Lannet.

Crédit: Salvador Martin Yeste

We grow, there are journeys tred, then ceased,

To trail diverse paths, rest and sip life.

Never near such nonsensical places worn,

Rather, amble in sunlight’s glimmer.

Laugh, near frothy tides, sigh —

Be free of burdens in sand, gleaming lakes.

SPF50, beach toys, volleyball;

Time to peruse a light book — content.

Where do we fumble to when rests end?

Why do we hold close the ethereal?

Or, we can just sunbathe, hear waves crash;

As kids build sandcastles, loved ones chat.

Serve cold beer, pop, sandwiches, ice-cream;

We embrace each moment wrung — life loved.

©️Amanda_ME. (2020) All Rights Reserved.

100 Word Wednesdays/Sunday Writing Prompt: Poem – Decuaine – “No More Rough Currents” #amwriting #poetry #100WordWednesday #MLMM


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesdays and also thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting a Sunday Writing Prompt based on a Watery theme and one of the topics: Up the creek without a paddle, Wading Upstream, The River Flowing Up a Hill, and When the Fish Stop Biting.

Credit: @Bikurgurl

Caramel and cantaloupe burn white,

The sun setting, in fiery depths it gleams.

We struggle ‘gainst the current, it’s our plight,

A journey many take wading upstream.

We fight not to slip, sweat-stained body’s heave,

Then, deltas and islands draw near, take form.

In felicitous breezes, drenched clothes dry clean,

Acrid earth bears us, we tremble on shore.

Caramel, Bellini sky’s, rain pours —

We clasp tight hands waiting for the ‘morrow.

*****

Another night in the grit of sands touch,

We dream of skyscrapers, our souls believe;

We’re past the current, our fingers bold clutch,

Memories, hopes, the warmth of home found breathes.

No more suffering in past with disease.

A butterscotch sky, fresh peaches, tall palms —

The sun rises — a gift, fresh view point now gleaned.

The beach busies, children run as waves fall,

Tumbling sandcastles near shores, claiming walls;

The peace of our Home, no rough currents, at all.

*****

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