I was lucky to take a few workshops with the Oregon Poet Laureate Emeritus Paulann Petersen. She is amazing and gets the creative juices flowing. We were told to write a different way to describe things, being unique. I chose Whirlpool and Mist. We were to keep them short.
How did I do?
TO THE WHIRLPOOL
Liquid hurricane tickling across stones,
the laughing, spinning, dizzy
Rollercoaster for leaves and twigs,
a merry-go-round for daring frogs.
A shroud upon hillsides and mountains,
a painter creating ghostly silhouettes of grand firs
in mottled shades of grays,
composing depth, softening landscape.
a million dandelions flooding the sky,
a softened surfing cloud,
a smoky blanket obscuring fields,
dispersed where roads cut through.