Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Two: Georgia

Second poem of the day. Nostalgia can be such a beautiful waste of time when you think back on the small, unimportant things Past glories fade into nothingness Past defeats still sting though perhaps not as much The ritual of buying a can of coffee from the vending machine on the walk to the train [...]

Evening (a poem)

A surprisingly grey day. Instead of going to the usual second-Saturday readings, I stayed home and made soup… Rainfall and candlelight across the room shadows on the wall The old man, alone with no one else but the creature in momentary hibernation A bowl of soup and a cup of coffee for warmth this night [...]

When I want to get up for another cup of coffee, but am too warm and comfortable under the blankets (A poem)

Another small break from my series of epistles, this time largely due to my activities over the last few days. The afternoon feels empty and cold I can’t seem to get myself going Today feels like the same old same old I look around and there’s nothing doing Outside it’s all cloudy and grey I can’t [...]

The chill in the air is back (A poem)

January… I suppose it was too much to ask to stay warm and comfortable for one more day Sometimes restlessness is relentless that’s sort of its job It’s times like this I fight the urge to get rid of everything I own When the week goes from silence to silence eventually something has to give [...]

A morning poem (a poem)

The January 16th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to come up with a list of ten words each about oil and snow, then to alternate a word from the two lists in each line of a poem until all the words have been [...]

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 [...]

Vanilla and coffee at dawn (a poem)

I have been waking up early all week, it seems… The scent of vanilla candles and the mere mention of clovers is enough to spur random associations that disappear in seconds Awake at five-thirty Darkness blankets the room guarding the pre-dawn silence The candles flicker Vanilla and coffee fill the air Outside, it’s getting light [...]

A few minutes from now, you’ll never know we were here (a poem)

Taking photographs and drinking coffee this morning. There’s no film left in the camera the shutter clicks the motor whirs but nothing comes out Condensation forms on the boxes of newly retrieved film packs my fingerprints visible in the damp as I pour another cup A thin sludge of grounds leaves a trail inside the [...]

At the Couth Buzzard on Sunday morning after the storm (a poem)

After my late morning cup of coffee… The tables sit empty except for this guy in one corner (that would be me) writing in an oversized sketchbook with a purple pen Sunlight peeks in through a couple of open windows (it’s in my eyes, but that’s okay) A box fan in an open doorway keeps [...]