Holidays are Boring

Welcome to the Agglomeration

Well this poem has some sort of a rhyming scheme. Hmm...guess boredom does make a poet try crazy things.

The Lantern

Stingrays floating in an open lake
Wafer crunchers on gleaming water
Two naked figures splash unaware
of the biscuity liners, beside
double heap of oriental wear.

The day is warm like a couple's embrace
Tenuous grip of summer evaporates
in cool soothing aqua, and bobbing
flat menace. Amidst the innocent
chirping, one silhouette sobbing.

Cries of laughter and tangled veins
Round and round, up and down,
The shellfish look skyward break,
postponing their seasonal ritual
of salty opera and anemone cake.

Cultural festivities call for landbound
sharing - rippling gifts and suave silk -
the two emerge in relaxation,
avoiding the electric mines
and revelling in temptation.

In their haste, they leave something
by the calm waters, a tribute to the
ancient populus of sweet squid.
As night descends, the umbra
is dispelled by what the lanterns did.

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations.