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Since September, I have been committed to writing a poem each day. It was meant to be a 100-day writing challenge and is now nearing 300. I feel it is time to start sharing more of them here. I can’t say that each one is a masterpiece, but I like some more than others and offer them to you. I’d love your feedback. This one might make most sense if you live in the UK, or near the sea, but I’m sure you might resonate wherever you are. As you might guess, it was written around the time of the Solstice.
Solstice Seagulls
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Seagulls screaming Celebrate as the Solstice sun arises I do not celebrate with them Although I appreciate the Solstice At 3:45 a.m. I was hoping to continue my dreams… Then I wonder Are they celebrating? Or debating? Their screams remind me Of our politicians. What do they dispute so early In the morning? Do they set quotas As the day begins How many children’s ice cream cones To steal? Or do they determine in advance Who will be the thief today? Do they establish rules For which side of the head To swipe the child’s food from Or perhaps Again Like our politicians They squabble over fishing rights? I’m sure to seagulls Their conference is important. I just need to understand Why it must disturb my sleep!
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