Two Rivers Beach Walk 1/17/25, draft no. 1

Low low the sun goes

bright orange bleeds the skies

frozen sand neglects to sink

I'm sturdy, arms up high

D O  D O  D O  the sand prints read

to my dyslexic mind

Perhaps there is an "I" ahead 

where a young couple wed--

It's really just some shoe prints, trailing

down and down the beach.

How often I'm mistaken 

about hieroglyphs I see.

The pink clouds glow much fainter

Shells splay like open palms

I fashion Y E S with driftwood,

cove-sheltered where it's calm. 

Loneliness is scary

But solitude's a dance

I'd stay right here forever

If I had the chance. 

Bliss's 50th Birthday Poem (50 words long)*

 Never have we e’er seen Bliss:

hair amiss

husband dissed

spout off and now someone’s pissed

hang back when it’s time to greet

“Here I am,” spout, “Aren’t I neat?!”

Only one thing can explain

Bliss’ extraordinary frame

God, who’s got her in His grip,

And 50 years His craftsmanship

*A joint effort by Graham and Jen