Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Roadmap of My Life

Now that I'm in the driver's seat,

Must give a smooth ride my best try.

Can't let my engine overheat.

Running on all cylinders, I,

Full throttle am moving ahead,

Confidant I'm on the fast track,

No reason for shifting gears, instead

Cruise control forward, don't look back.

I hear her yelling, "Hit the brakes,"

"Before you hit a pothole, and"

"You're prone to direction mistakes."

"Is this the bumpy ride you planned?"

Of course the wife is bugging me,

As backseat driver she must be.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Color Cast

I look across the vast lake to

Foothills and mountain range in sight.

The sky, clouds, snow and water do

Make brilliant colors, blue and white.

The blue sky reflects in the lake,

As also do white clouds and snow.

The blue in the sky can also make

The mountains appear blue to show,

Except the parts snow covered and

The foothills all snow covered, such

Competing with clouds white o'er spanned.

The brilliant blues and whites, so much.

Lost in the whites and blues be brown,

Faraway shoreline seems to frown.