Poems Revised!

Ark of the Sap
Amber flows as sticky resin traps tiny life
Bound 50 million years in a sun-gold sarcophagus.
Small insects, plant debris perfectly preserved.

Washed ashore by tides, mined from caves.
Past civilizations shaped it into jewelry,
carved it into art, threaded it into clothing.

Now experts explore its hidden secrets.
DNA from beasts of 10,000 millennia?
Ancient cures? Or, just bugs in plastic?

Precise science engages, locks turn.
Seals slipped on nature’s Ark of the Sap.
Yielding the unknown, the untold


Bladerunner
Choppy foot-falls clang a running start
Racing skate blades slice ice razor clean
Quick-shift now to rhythmic cadence.

Whispering strides carving oval curves,
Stroke, glide, foot follows foot frictionless.
Athletic frame formed in body-tight suit.

Bell sounds, last round, finish bound
Pace fast, final pass, who’ll last?
Muscled legs beg heart for more, more.

Line crossed, arms aloft, cheers resound.
Winner crowned with gold prize renowned.
Conquering warrior claiming rightful reward.