Long Midmorning Poems
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Out where the blooming path comes to an end,
Along with wildflowers and Queen Anne's Lace,
A white sandy beach is waiting in the sunshine,
With a house so inviting at the day's primetime.
Seagulls are swooping and diving so endlessly,
Like the turquoise waves that come crashing in,
Before rushing back out to wild fathomless sea!
At the end of the beginning of gold midmorning,
It is noontime in the silent house of the sun.
Red butterflies are flittering on a soft breeze,
And the bees have begun their quest for honey.
Blooms yellow orange and red sit upon the porch,
As if somehow lit up, by the sun's flaming torch!
I come from a long line of tea drinkers
just plain orange pekoe tea
we went through many tea pots
have you ever seen tea cozies
they were meant to keep the pot warm
my mom was very particular about the spout
she said it had to be exactly the right shape
to avoid dripping when pouring
we had tea, morning, midmorning, lunch,
afternoon, supper, after supper, at bedtime
we had tea anytime ...
I love my tea very hot
making sure I have to very first cup
we put milk in ours
never honey or plain
there is something so homey about tea time
oh, I recall those days past
of storytelling while drinking tea
grandma would say when things went wrong
come, I'll make you a nice cup of tea
she seemed to think tea would cure all our woes
and I think they did
or was it the conversation
yes, I have my favorite cup
not dainty but not too big and not quite mug
my cat likes tea also
she kept drinking mine
so I make her one (I think its the milk)
she has her very own cup now
I love sitting by the fireplace with my tea
just relaxing on a cold winter night
what could be more delightful
Autumn sky glows yellow against blue hue sky;
turns windy, rainy a long languorous day.
Swirls of fresh intoxicating aria.
midmorning showers
rootless lingering rainbow~
scent of petrichor
Outdoors allure afresh, stunning once again.
Sun kissed fragrant richer fruitful harvest fields.
Woods once rich with leaves fall round and round with wings.
quenching nature's thirst
harmonious double arch~
whole world auspicious
An evening walk to the pond a calming sense;
near the bank we saw large bear paws sunk deeply
into the mud, quietly cutting our walk short.
black bear foraging
spawning fish bantering play~
heart beats in slumber
9/7/2020
Let the Pens Flow - Haibun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Sucking on the light, midmorning
Frost clings to the window’s pane, twisted
Praise, adorning the silence – winds
Heavy as the slow rhythm, heartbeats
Rising from the daily chores, stirring awake
The little morsels of bitterness, ice
Welded to the glass in misty stories
Poetic tributes to the winter’s twilight
Signing the moments with a signature
Hopeful and knowing that snowflakes
Pour out the presence of a star flooded night
While the lavender skies, merged with sapphire
Beats, echoing grief sown into the shadows
Revealing what it means to listen to the peaks
Chorus a slushy path through the darkness
Mountains aching to breath, sighing
Like her destiny is more than just dreams
A winter’s melody, in bleached out drifts
Alive and touched by the peace, echoing
Across the snowy ridges, winter’s grieving
lazy midmorning brunches
unexpected midday lunches
quiet candlelight dinners
walks in the park
simply holding hands
stolen kisses in the dark
clandestine afternoon delights
orgasms all through the night
dressing up for a theater date
rushing to make cocktails at eight
watching an old movie in front of a warm fire
breakfast on the run so neither of you will be fired
total distractions
fatal attractions
sending each other e-mails or text messages on your cell phones
anticipating and waiting for the next moment you can be alone
it's a many splendid thing
it makes the heart sing
it has it's ups and downs
it makes the world go round
exotic
erotic
sexual healing
an overwhelming, all consuming
emotional feeling
In the beginning love is all that and more
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cicadas sound;
I can feel the heat
of the Summer sun
with just that sound;
the sizzling,
midmorning hum,
as my air clicks on
and I tap away
and I sip from mug
and I sit, though I fly
far away to childhood
or meditate on this very
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The Odd Narrative
Steamed up the window, my finger I paint a landscape,
Mountain, forest, and lake; the peak cries into
the lake becomes a vast ocean,
where trees made into wooden rafts floats
Midmorning, there is only an outline left of the crest,
this will happen to the Himalayas,
it will be a grassland on a plateau where horses gallop,
flying mane and all that,
since man won’t be there to domesticate and make them
drag bunk beds and kitchen stoves around the pampas.
The rest of the world will have sunk into a big sea that is so still
it spends all its time mirroring the blue sky thinking, it’s seeing
is so deeply in love with the image,
that doesn’t notice the man in a rowing boat; he’s one time forgotten,
he has married a big fish
which he thinks is a mermaid, often puts his hand in
the sea and strokes the fish’s belly: “without you,” he murmurs
“I would truly be alone.”
Oops!
In our backyard five apple trees abide - harvest of red, yellow, green fruit our pride
Bushels of fruit overflow from their baskets - looks like nature this year blew a gasket.
Way too many apples for us to eat - now time to share of our ripe apples sweet
So with our neighbors we’ll divvy these treats - for lunches, pies, snacks and midmorning feasts.
Just a month later - just enough for a pie a Sunday night treat as cold raindrops fly
Measure the spices then roll out the crust - bake in the oven - dessert just for us!
Oops! Tripled the flour! Now I lament - :o - as we pick out baked apples from flour cement!
True story! Instead of 3/4c of sugar I added ¾ c of flour! At least we salvaged the apples. My boys have never let me forget this gastronomic disaster! A true lesson in humility!
11-24-20
Contest: Make Me Laugh with Some Humor
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
If my right hemisphere
deep roots around in dreamy primordial emotions
longing to see morning's money sunlight,
to color early midmorning questions
green ideas
emerging bilateral conversations
dialogue about mystery
and overly-commodified history,
Does my left hemisphere
emerge stems
stalking future leaves
then emerging fertile flowers, articulate?
then seeds, implicate
healthy integral potential
longing to incarnate portentous
afternoon's pretentious communal activities
preparing to sing and slow dance summer evenings
While repurposing reverent questions, medications
worthy of a night's rooting
right hemisphere prominent
meditations.