NATIONAL POETRY MONTH....Day Sixteen

For some odd reason I skipped the O poets and went right into the P ones yesterday.  It dawned on me why.  I read Ogden Nash and for some reason took him for the O poets. Okay so I back tracked.  I read Sharon Olds and Mary Oliver this morning. Never heard of them prior.  Yesterday I posted my poem about Lake Jackson.  Today I’m doing Harveys Lake which is located in Luzerne County, Pennsylvania.  At one time, before I moved there, it was a hopping place with public beaches, drive-in movie and amusement park.  Today they are long gone.  We lived up on a hill. You could see the lake through the trees of our property.  Driving around the lake road in the morning at times scary; you’d never know when a deer would run out in front of you or even a black bear.  There were days it would be foggy over the lake. My husband and I always would teased one another there was a Loch Ness type creature beneath the lake called Harve.  Today’s poem is about my morning drive one morning.  A whimsical piece to say the least. My three line thought reflects how I feel when I first wake up.  Coffee is what I need after I walk out of the bedroom after my morning prayers. I hope that everyone is staying safe and sound during these times. 

Until tomorrow....I do not see Lake Jackson with a creature like Harve due to need it being deep enough but I do see a large gator making his home there. 

Day 16....THREE LINE THOUGHT

Morning coffee poured....I take a sip

   Sit for a moment......silently pray

  Thank the Lord for another day....and 

                coffee

                FOG TRICKS

            ©  Scottie-ann Murphy

Fog hovers over the lake

  It is those few brief minutes before the night ends and dawn begins

No one is about as I travel along the lake road heading to work

Slowly driving....doing the speed limit

  I look left....look toward the right 

   For the sight of deer making their way to and from the waters edge

I am one with the world 

  Toward the east the sun begins to rise over the mountains 

  But with the fog it’s hard to notice

Out of the corner of my eye I see it

   A silhouette of what appears to be a creature in the middle of the lake

Its head held high.....swimming toward the        

    shore

 I quickly turn my head toward the lake

The shadowy figure disappeared

Where do it go?  Was it ever there?

 Does Harve exist living under the murky 

      waters of Harveys Lake?

Or was it the fog again playing tricks with 

      my mind?

Is it only me who sees the figure in the early morning or do others see him perhaps at 

        dusk?

Myth perhaps....but then again....who knows