How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Mendocino

In California north of San Francisco, past Marin and Sonoma lies Mendocino

She sits west of the valley below the great snow cap Mountains of the Sierra Nevada’s

Here on the rugged shores, where the ancient Redwoods stand,

One can find a peace of mind,

As I stand on an old rickety pier that’s stretches out into the bay, yes I come here every day

Old jagged rocks rise from the sea, there is a lonely old light house whose light guides the ships at sea

From my lonely pier, I’m like that sentinel of light, standing guard through the night

High above me floats a hot air balloon as it sailing gently in the wind

The morning fog hugs the ground as shore bird fly in the distance sky. They mill around above the light house and call out to sea

Just like me as I send my love to thee

Out there somewhere on a three mast sailing ship my man stand a lonely watch on high seas

My soul burns for his return

So I stand there every day on that pier, my eyes keep watch looking for his ship to return

Yes I stand there as my long blond hair is blowing in the wind

I wear my finest long flowing purple gown, just for him

One day soon to these rugged shores of Mendocino he will return

On that day will dance the night away, among Redwoods we will play and under the bright Mendocino moon two lovers will kiss as I take his hand in mine and lead him to the safety of our bed.

Above the Clouds

Perfect cities exist above the clouds

where it is always bright and clean.

The young lady surveys the

beautiful scenery

happy to be a part of it,

not thinking of the mortal world

she left behind.

To Be Free

Such a long time gone,

Longing for my home.

In the distance I can see,

Oh, to once again be free.

Prisoner here. Me he holds,

Evil he is. His blood runs cold.

No need for cells, no chains, nor bars,

Disappearing ledge. I could not go far.

“Look. What is that in the sky?”

Closer it came. I could not believe my eyes.

A huge balloon to escape? Rescue?

Must be my love so true.

© Cynthia Clark

Mt.Baldy looms in the distance.

Snow covered mountains angry still. Ramona Pomona, the Goddess of fruit, floats above the smog filled valley below.

Just above the foothills. Wondering who is responsible?

Pondering just who to kill?