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 
an interesting exercise; you’ve performed it well; linguistically rich; love the image of ‘snake-skimming by the shore’ —
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Thank you, John. Just barely squeezed this one in to a jam-packed day. Think it needs some more shine, but being NaPoWrMo, I will forge one.
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I love this. The imagery is fabulous. And the lake is so grumpy. 🙂 There are so many delicious lines. I am on my phone and can’t see them to put them here but know that there were at least five “aha” moments for me.
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Thank you, very much. I enjoyed writing this poem. It probably needed some space to breathe, but being NaPoWriMo, up it goes. Your very kind comments are much appreciated.
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I got one word from that – hypothermia 🤣
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I think it’s the same work my son got. 😉 Shivered for hours.
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making excuses for hot chocolate and marshmallow?
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He would. I’ll have just a cup of tea. 😉
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All the best people drink tea 🤣
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You mean the Turkish? Second place, Irish.
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What a delightful conversation between you and that spoilsport of a lake.
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Thank you, Hobbo. This particular lake is quite stuck in his ways, I’m afraid.
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Give him (must be a him) a kick in his ripples!
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