Crashing waves
Splashing children
Deep thinking trickles like sand
I’m seeking peace:
waves wash over me.
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Demo cinquain poem for class today. Kids chose theme of beach, and I wrote a line with a different poetic device in each: alliteration, assonance, consonance, onomatopoeia, internal rhyme. Turns out, it sounds better in reverse, so that’s the version you see here.
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Ocean backs away
and denizens are caught sunbathing
in small pools.
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Tidal pool at Seal Rock, Oregon
Can you see the Green Anemones” clinging to the rock on the left? You can see how windy it is from the ripples on the water! It was a stormy day.
Here’s a tidal pool rich in sea life! This one is the touch pool at the Oregon Coast Aquarium. That big anemone on the right grabbed my finger and numbed the tip with its anaesthetic. On the left are abalone, the black frill just feels like a satin ribbon. The star fish are rough.
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