Thermos Poems - Poems about Thermos

...I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced out my bedroom window; the neighborhood was lit by the first r......Read the rest...

...Time moves quickly, catching me unaware. It seems just yesterday I was a child growing up. Yet in a way, it seems like eons ago. I wonder where all the years went. I know I’ve lived them all and f......Read the rest...

...My father was a devoted fly fisherman who couldn’t resist the almost masochistic urge to wake in the quiet predawn hours and stumble, blurry eyed with his loaded thermos out of the house. He drove t......Read the rest...

...Pop was a devoted fly-fisherman who woke in the quiet predawn hours and stumbled, blurry-eyed out of the house with his loaded thermos in his hand. He hoisted his flat-bottom boat on top of his truc......Read the rest...

...Catch tugs towards their berth Little yacht traipses triangular trail Cottage clasping slope admires bay Fisherman’s wife swells, eon enamour For his boomerang voyage, she brings ......Read the rest...

...In the early morning, as the sun yawns and lets out her first light ray two fishermen walk through the flooded bushes, searching for fish. Inside cooler waters a silent lake says, " Take your ti......Read the rest...

...Storm The waves in the storm raged Pacific Ocean waves became deep ravines and tall mountains; in the binoculars, I saw an American hangar ship, its massive deck was glistering iron swept o......Read the rest...

... He went to war each morn Armed with thermos and lunch pail Gearldine wasn’t his firstborn As a girl – just a tomboy with a pigtail He knew her from her first breath Prayed for her wh......Read the rest...

...Beyond the wave-sacked, lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, my blood kin flogging grim pleasures, wolfing eggy sandwiches, dipping tea-stain......Read the rest...

...I see us cowering within our safety walls of sterile nonorganic comfort I feel us, almost smell us, struggling vacillating between pungent stink of fear inside and acrid acidic anger ab......Read the rest...

...Epiphany It was an incredible summer in 1950 the war was over things were getting back to normal, mother's new boyfriend who worked at a factory had a rowboat and paid holiday leave. A Sunday......Read the rest...

...This little light of mine I'm gonna let it shine Wide and longing for committed dialogue not surrounded by elitist debate, Win/lose games, Zero-sum asinine assumptions requiring ego-infes......Read the rest...

...I wake to a monochrome world and I yawn The reds, greens and yellows awaiting the dawn Out on the water, my luminous float Rides unseen ripples in fear of no boat This morning my roof is my fis......Read the rest...

...Somewhere over Thames River condo fees fly high, So do taxes and maintenance expenses, My Oh my Oh why? We chose to co-invest in this former industrial mess, I must confess I don't know w......Read the rest...

...winter wonderland pulls the dog sleigh at full speed - thermos with hot drink ......Read the rest...