A few new: What the Bored Lifeguard Sees; Shadorma 362, 363, 364

Some recent poems. I’ll give you a little background on them.

The first one is another one relating to my summers as a lifeguard. For some reason I have been thinking about those summers recently. Anyway, lifeguarding can be tedious. There are landmarks in time each week and they really stand out. On Thursdays, we cleaned the bathrooms after work in our weekly big scrub – and the beer truck came in with the weekend’s needs sometime during the afternoon.

The next three relate to a trip we took to visit our granddaughter this past weekend. We go through a tunnel on the route. We went to a park with her and played on the tiny kid toys. And…my granddaughter really loves avocados.

I think you’ll get the whole picture when you read the poems. Thanks as always for going along my poetry path with me.

What the Bored Lifeguard Sees

The beer truck stops at the swim club.
And the man starts to unload it.
The weekend is coming up. No story there.
Scanning the scene. Looking for what?
Analyze the pool.
The cold water in the pool is good for the skin.
Someone said that.
True or not, no one can tell me.
The sun glares out from a scorched spot in the sky.
Hot Day is born. The pool is full of kids.
All of them are fine. None of them are drowning.
Women sit at round white tables. Laughing.
Big pink sassy umbrellas for shade.
The women are eating lunch
in their bathing suits. Backdrop of
pool water blue and silver in its ripples.
The hamburgers sizzle on the grill
No one wants to ask for two but
Still, they will. And a beer.


Shadorma 362

I’m queasy
after just three turns
eyes popping
feet drumming
after six. I’m telling you
stop this merry-go-round. Now.


Shadorma 363

the tunnel
beneath the river
the cars that
drive in line
the sparkle of white guide lights
on the glazed tile walls


Shadorma 364

the baby
and avocado
peeled and cut
into chunks
results: green hands and green face
and a big green smile


5 thoughts on “A few new: What the Bored Lifeguard Sees; Shadorma 362, 363, 364

  1. Your merry-go-round poem really brought back memories of that nauseating spinning feeling. The other three poems are wonderfully visual. I could picture each scene very clearly.

    • Thank you. The merry go round was straight from life, I was begging to be let off, and it was just one of those little things you push in the playground. Ugh.

  2. I get motion sickness very easily, so I can relate to the merry go round.

    But I love the baby and avocado shadorma. When my daughter (younger child) was very young, she’d sit on my lap and pull radicchio and olives out of my salad to eat. 😀

    • I love the story about your daughter. It is so odd what they choose to like when they are so small and have no prejudices as to whether something is tasty or not, they just eat! I remember loving radishes myself when I was little, and when we had a garden, that is what I wanted to grow.

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