Started while sitting in a coffee shop that was a bit too warm for comfort… The room is large, but the tables are small there’s barely enough space for two and it’s hot—almost too hot for waiting Yet here I am, waiting for you There’s barely enough space for two but I’m making do with [...]
Tag: atmosphere
Sickbed slumber #4 (a poem)
Almost better—just one day, maybe two, to go… I should light the candles on the table There’s no atmosphere to create tonight but might still look nice the dim light flickering in the dark The cat sleeping on my chest keeps me warm the damp cloth on my forehead keeps the fever down the cup [...]
Mid-afternoon at Third Place (a poem)
Went out for lunch yesterday, after mailing in my grant application materials. This poem describes the scene shortly before I went into the book store to look around for a while. Afternoon in the hours between the lunch and dinner crowds Classical music comes from a tinny speaker somewhere Around the tables in the common [...]
Happy for the day (a poem)
I was doing other stuff, so this was all I wrote yesterday… You know, this reminds me so much of back then: the sunlight, the breeze, the hint of autumn crispness in the late summer air that song I used to listen to on my Walkman® as I walked from shop to shop looking for [...]
Thursday morning, partly cloudy (a poem)
An early start this morning… Thursday. Still waiting for rain. The skies got cloudy for a day or two with only a breeze to show for it. A lot has collected in the air these last few weeks— fear, grief, anger— we need a good rain to wash it all away, so we can step [...]
sealed for your protection
https://www.flickr.com/photos/lennbob/18517940869 iPhone photo taken June 10th in the parking lot of the Wallingford Community Senior Center in Seattle. Converted to black-and-white in the phone. (13 June 2015)
Sometimes you say it better than I ever could (a poem)
Partly inspired by a poem called ‘Ghosts that leave footprints’, which I had the chance to read earlier today at a poetry reading after everyone had read their own poems… I had run out of things to say but time was not yet up Then I remembered the words you wrote that I had saved [...]
Watercolors (a poem)
One more rumination on the recent news (partly inspired by a photograph)… The lines are fuzzy the edges unclear the colors muted the atmosphere dull and hazy It sums up the way I feel it fits my mood at the moment black and blue and indistinct deeply bruised yet barely there I can’t make sense [...]
