#loon
us poets, often gaze the stars wishing for them to always love the moon.
thanking the sun, to kiss the sunflowers, what silly little loons
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 1:25 AM UTC
combined effort
moonlight, trees, autumn breeze
form bobbing shadows
a humorous theatre
mocks my solitary mood
Mar 5, 2022
Mar 5, 2022 at 4:51 PM UTC
This afternoon, I time a Loon
the length that she stays under.
Upon the shore, I keep her score,
amazed and full of wonder.
Beneath a wake, one minute eight.
What is it that she plunders?
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No hook needs she to fish so free.
No line nor rod impedes her.
What sense applies to depths she dives?
Which rhythm moves her meter?
As if in air she swims so fair
To seek that which may feed her.
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On this Fall day, I wish to stay
and watch her dive and surface.
“Get back to shore!” My mind implores
as work beckons its service.
And yet I stay in silence, bade
the Loon to bear me witness.
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Share I with Loon this afternoon
to gladly dive and swim?
In friendship be the Loon with me?
With her would I find kin?
No.
As land locked Loon, I must resume
to fish the drink I’m in.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC
First is a tree who's name wasn't taught
Next, then of course, a tree now forgot
And then many maples
A spruce and a birch,
Then the last leafless branch
on which these words perch:
Now Into blue sky
Through swirled clouds I search
On this dock as a bible
In this lake like a church;
My soul does the backstroke
Toward the blue dream, I lurch.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC
Once I was abandoned by person
I never thought I would be so forlorn
It is like many nettles in my life
Missing those moments that you enacted
as you made fantastic world around me
Which cannot be forgotten even in my dreams
It's like I've been a loon in front of you
Believing all those false worlds
You made me such a way that,
There is a word alone carved in my heart
That cannot be erased by anyone,
even by the god
So,
please give me your hand,save me save me
I need your true love before I fall,fall
please,
Don't leave me
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
They are more starved for Nature
Then one can ever fathom;
Oh, where is that secret
Off they go in a cabin;
that they may frequent
All the noise and pollution
It melts and floats away;
Into life's little solution.
It's back to the plough of life so rough;
They like the smithy toil day after day
Their life may be starved, very tough,
Oh, to listen to the wild loon's call.
How it haunts them each day after day;
How they stomach their bitter gall?
Taking a wooden loon back to the city.
Until that cabin is reached it is a pitty.
When the wild calls; Good-bye city.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
Just be the **** ****** you desire
Just be their icon, diva, vogue, inspire!
Just shake that money-making waffle tale
And put it up for every market sale
Or be the coffee squirrel on the wheels
Just give me mochas, lattes – those the deals!
Don’t be so easy cheesy, take a shot!
You drink at Hortons’, baby? You are hot!
Don’t feel like ****** squirrel? Be the moose!
Hang out at Lake Louise with Branta goose
Just grab a Molson and then chill it out
Now, isn’t that what Canada’s about?
Just be polite today and I won’t bite
Just say you’re sorry when you are not right
Just be the polar teddy, be the loon
We’ll love you all the way from Earth to Moon
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
The Lonely Loon©
Long before my daily ritual begins
Your call as distinctive as any sound on the lake
Beckons me with your unique overture
Each day like clockwork I see you there
Bobbing like a cork on the shimmering lake
On guard like a sentry at Buckingham palace
As I meander down the long rocky spit
We eye each other like boxers in a ring
One step past the mythical line you have created
And you will take flight to your safe haven
We are so much alike seeking our solitude
Drawing lines in the sand that shall not be crossed
For now we cautiously examine each other’s presence
Respectful of the boundaries we have set
One wrong move on my part and…
There will be a flapping of wings
Like a plane making its initial ascent
Soon you will be out of sight
Until tomorrow,
See you then my friend
Andreas Simic©
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC