Monthly Archives: February 2015

Eagle Sleeps

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Eagle Sleeps

Low on horizon full moon sends

swirl of sparks along the waves.

An eagle sleeps in tall pine

digesting recent meal.

Light sifts softly through

dark green needles;

creates a rich landscape,

otherworldly and imaginative,

where new life forms could arise

and unexpected changes may occur.

Lainie Senechal

This poem was a winning entry in the Eagle Festival Poetry Contest, Joppa Flats Education Center, Newburyport, MA

Can We? 

FernJanuary Morning
Can We?
Can we recover from
frequent tempests that
have stacked walls
of snow around us?
Scenery is solely white;
wind whips up a frenzy
of flakes that shroud
landscape in solemn coverlets;
secret our shrubs
under ghostly mounds
which haunt our daily lots.
Does the groundhog seek
his shadow? He is safely secure
in his underground domain.
Awake and weary, we await,
with deep trepidation,
the next storm.
Lainie Senechal
This poem was one( of two) featured entries the first week of February on the website hourofwrites.com. 
The judge, Nick Thorpe, wrote:   “My second honorable mention goes to “Can We”. I am a terrible, awful, borderline illegally bad poet, but I found this piece both haunting and moving. The style is reminiscent of a great orator, and I found the imagery powerful.”

 

Wind Speed

Moon Patiently WaitsMoon Patiently Waits

 

Wind Speed

Storm commences quietly
with flakes which twirl
like fleece of dandelion
in a vernal breeze.
Gusts suddenly swell;
snow begins to wheel,
eradicates view of lake;
white becomes singular scene.
Drifts mound their mantels
over every form, like furniture
shrouded in wait for relocation.
Flakes dissolve into streams
that seem to fly at speed of light.
Blizzard whips around corners;
a fuming fiend, howling ferociously.
Huddled in house, near hearth,
with hope the tempest
will soon subside.

Lainie Senechal