A Poem by Josie E. Cook M. A.
Summer is gone and now reality returns…
Clubhouse Days
Gazing at the old wooden rackets
Among the endless sepia photos,
History of past crowds,
Tournaments long gone,
Locations changed or forgotten,
Blurry images of loving couples in fine outfits
Enjoying the elegant clubhouse dances,
Those pale, lacy dresses with close fitted
Bodices,
Parasols in the sun as they stroll in the sands,
Dashing gentlemen claim their hands,
As little girls and young boys race around corners,
People gather to share drinks at covered tables,
Their cheerful vital attachments forming during
The seaside summer seasons,
As the fluttering butterflies kiss the open roses
Gracing the porches of their rented beach houses,
Moving from sepia to black & white to colors
On the club walls as time marches on,
Nearly no one notices the changes here as the sea scents
The air and the cheerful blue sky fills their open spaces
Where attractive people lounge by the water with
Pretty drinks as their children build empires in the white
Grains surrounding them,
The focus is on fun and games while the warm season lasts
And freckles form to stretch across their sun-kissed
Cheeks calming their inner souls
And releasing positive senses to prevent old inner tensions,
Young couples watch the constellations light up while
They cuddle deep into each other around
Shared beach fires,
Burning hotly to fin off the night chill after
The sun disappears and the moonlight
Swaps it, a
Welcome replacement to neon-lit offices
And cluttered desks,
A sabbatical of free-time where young
Girls wear Jackie O sunglasses and tie
Their wet hair back in jolly ponytails,
Yachts and big liners fill the harbors
Waiting to be sailed,
Blue waters, elegant couples, members and
Invited guests circling the pristine decks,
Inlets of fascination and narrow boarding docks
Waiting for their evening return.–J. E. Cook ©2017
Arriving at the Ocean
A Poem by Josie E. Cook M. A.
Sharing the same thoughts…and views.
Outside my seaside window,
I watch the sky melt like a hot
Crayon,
The bright colors becoming a
Canvas for the many sailboats
On the midnight blue surface,
Their lights streaming across
The shimmering waters,
I often dreamt of the sea
From my Ohio location,
Freedom on the moving
Liquid,
Yearning for an adventure
There,
A long voyage with a special
Someone near me,
A wonderful communicator
To share my thoughts,
No soothing egos or severe misunderstanding,
Just the peace of the wilderness
Surrounding our shared views,
Two hearts and souls
In unison,
Cradled in the hands of each other
With undouble bonds,
Sorting through the world together. –J. E. Cook ©2017
Waterways of Our Land
A Poem by Josie E. Cook M. A.
Water so important to us!
Our river is slow-moving
With twilight circling it
Without hesitation,
Mounds of dirt along it,
Marshes along the way,
Foaming gorges here and there,
Stone islands in the middle,
Providing
Gateways to other arteries,
Banks with forests lining them,
I think about other waterways
Like the Red Sea and the Atlantic Ocean,
The sands in them,
Do those tiny grains have
Some pink quartz inside…or any
Hard stones like diamonds.
Flowing water in dams
And over cliffs
Create a sound unique
Depending on the location,
Water is always needed in cultures
No matter royalty or poverty
It is a commodity,
Unlike ordinary everyday dust.
–J. E. Cook © 2017
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