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Spring on Cape Cod
(a Terzanelle)
I sit and watch the seagulls swoop and soar;
without a care, they’re free to float and fly.
I came alone to sit upon this shore.
All thoughts and cares serenely drift on by;
the bay spreads out before me as I gaze;
without a care, they’re free to float and fly.
A distant lighthouse fades into the haze,
as April’s sun has yet to warm the sea.
The bay spreads out before me as I gaze.
Alone I am and free to simply be.
The sand beneath my feet still damp and cold,
as April’s sun has yet to warm the sea.
The setting sun -- a beauty to behold;
I let my worries drift off into space.
The sand beneath my feet still damp and cold;
I take a cue from all around this place --
and sit and watch the seagulls swoop and soar.
To let my worries drift off into space,
I came alone to sit upon this shore.
© 2005 Bobbie Ann Pimm
(a Terzanelle)
I sit and watch the seagulls swoop and soar;
without a care, they’re free to float and fly.
I came alone to sit upon this shore.
All thoughts and cares serenely drift on by;
the bay spreads out before me as I gaze;
without a care, they’re free to float and fly.
A distant lighthouse fades into the haze,
as April’s sun has yet to warm the sea.
The bay spreads out before me as I gaze.
Alone I am and free to simply be.
The sand beneath my feet still damp and cold,
as April’s sun has yet to warm the sea.
The setting sun -- a beauty to behold;
I let my worries drift off into space.
The sand beneath my feet still damp and cold;
I take a cue from all around this place --
and sit and watch the seagulls swoop and soar.
To let my worries drift off into space,
I came alone to sit upon this shore.
© 2005 Bobbie Ann Pimm
| Chocolate ( a Sonnet) So rich and creamy, melting in my mouth, The sinful pleasure taking over me; It thrills me so, I want to scream and shout And stay forever in sweet ecstasy. Mere love hath not the power to compare To this, to which all pleasure doth aspire, An obsessive, compulsive love affair Enticing me to give in to desire. Temptation strong, I wantonly indulge. And throwing caution to the wind -- enjoy! This secret vice, too shameful to divulge, My battle-of-the-bulge it will destroy. I eagerly relent, my pride erased When lured by such a rich, seductive taste. |
| The above was written as a collaborative effort by: cl-bobbieann58, cl-prodi_gal, robertas3, mindy46, suziq1973, abbie213, and all of the wonderful ladies at women.com and iVillage that helped by voting on the submitted lines. |
