In the hush of early morning fog,
a single moonbeam barely sufficed
to light my way toward the dock.
In deed, I tripped on the concrete step
as a less-than-muted DAMN! escaped my lips.
Perhaps, had I downed less coffee in previous hours
(the old Army surplus canteen managed to keep it
surprisingly warm and invigorating), I would have
been steadier on my feet.
sarahw
Yes, that coffee will get you if you don’t watch it! And you’re right, it’s interesting to see where different people take the prompts.
And this one, too! Loving your poetry!
thanking you kindly, Cristy 🙂 I always enjoy these