Area veiled by vines surely will lodge us cozy
As I travel through life, thoughts pass across my head.
wedged neatly in the realm of a hanging shanty
It's delightful to see flowers blooming in the wake of a rough cold
dirt soil that will cling to our innately earthy beauty
Emotions are rooted in the mind and in my body spread.
glass windows convey the tone of the story
a beginner's approach to creative writing using spotty words.
hues of the forest oscillating inflow velocity
What do you believe will transpire at the end?
humming coffeepot on fire and is wobbly.
Those who cross the boundary will not be rescinded.
Written: July 16, 2021
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
coffeepot, 12th grade, allusion, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Since I retired and after my jobs for the day
The list now completed and tools put away
I take time out just to sit in the shady spot,
To muster my thoughts and empty the coffeepot.
Whether it be morning, noon or night,
I sip my coffee let my mind take flight.
I sit and maybe write of things occurred.
To sit and do nothing sounds quite absurd.
My thoughts are allowed to meander along,
While the waterfall gurgles to a cicada's song.
It's a peaceful place just to sit and muse,
See the ships on the Med where people cruise.
Time spent on boats on the sea is not for me.
A landlubber I was born and always will be.
While I sit here reading, the sun catches my eyes,
It's time to go indoors when I start swatting flies.
So off to my computer with coffee I am set,
To write this all down before I forget.
© Dave Timperley 19 September 2016
Categories:
coffeepot, age, time,
Form: Rhyme
Seven A.M., feet on the floor, pajamas in-car
for a favorite drive-through fast-food treat? No,
it's the coffeepot, and turn on the broiler, less of
a spoiler, but kudos in Heaven. Breakfast's in the works,
she'll reserve the perks, (pardon the pun,) for when Mass
is over. For now, the egg fries, but the 'frigo' door spies
no cheese for the muffin, What? no fatted calf?
and even worse, no Half and Half. It brings back
the chorus in "How to Succeed in Business," the lament
of the scent of No Coffee, NO COFFEE! But memory
reminds of a Champs Elysees' Ave., where an American
institution gave restitution to exiles like her in an
elevator ride under upscale retail, its costly fashions
to Golden Arches beneath Paris town, destination
a Mickey D's you can't imagine: rows of televisions
ornamenting each wall, an Egg McMuffin perk
in easy reach, and a coffee bar, its center station
a Gallic invention for the hurried intentions
of blase' Parisians on their way to work.
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Categories:
coffeepot, food,
Form: Free verse