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 [...]

A mid-May morning (a poem)

I had not particularly intended to follow today’s prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, which is to listen to jazz or classical music, make notes of what comes to mind while you listen, then write a poem about something you thought of while listening. As it turned out, I started this poem while [...]

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 27: The next day, two years later (a poem)

Today’s Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt is to write a ‘looking back’ poem. Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a hay(na)ku. My poem inadvertently combines the two. Morning Wake up Cup of coffee Whisper your name in your ear Remembering You’re gone Two years now (27 April 2015)

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 12: What happens when I try to get up earlier (a poem)

I did not follow any specific prompts for Day 12. Still, this poem feels somewhat like the damage poem suggested in today’s Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt… The Sunday morning coffee is slightly bitter but I’m sleepy The only problem is that I can still remember the sleepiness is not enough to overcome the power [...]

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 6: The window of consciousness that greets me at 4:30 in the morning (a poem)

Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt involves writing an aubade. I’m not familiar enough with this type of poem to know if this one qualifies, but it’s what I came up with. Since it was 5:30-ish 7:15 a.m. and I was only 3/4 awake, I was just happy that I half remembered the first couple of lines that popped in [...]