clink, clink, psssft…
sploosh, fizzzzzzz…
sip..sip…gulp…
ahhhh…
refreshment…
Carol Titus
royalpurple
I'm a graphic designer, who loves photography, poetry & music. I've been writing poetry since I was in high school. My format is usually freeform, but sometimes I write haiku. This is an awesome way to get my brain going, so I will probably be writing well after the marathon is complete!
noon – four – no title
I lay my head back on the chair
close my eyes
as the soft, warm breeze
floats past
the bright sun warms my face
as i drift along
the breeze in my head
11am – three – no title
soft, curly warmth
belly up on my bed
snuggly nose pressing into
my arm… waiting for a rub…meow…
10 am – two – no title
the windows rattle
the thunder crashes
rain pours from the sky
clouds cover the blue
no light shines
drops of water strike the pane…
9 am – one – no title
my eyes burn
my finger is stuck to the screen
cramps in my hand
the screen is so big!
I’ve laid here for hours
missing the sleep I need
why, why, why
did I get on Facebook?
my timeline rolls by…
as my finger slows the roll
again, why did I come here…
I don’t know…
OH, Playing catch-up already!
Rain knocked the power out for a bit, but I have my poems started… posting in order now!
2020 – let’s try this again!
Well, last time I only made it through twelve hours of the 24. Let’s give it one more try! Looking forward to another attempt!
hour twelve
It’s warmth wraps around me
a woodsy smell envelopes me
it is soft & worn
as I put my arms in its sleeves
I remember, it working
in the woodshop –
Daddy’s workshirt…
soft memories hug me…
hour eleven
the aroma wafts towards my nose,
I think of the hands
that lovingly prepared
those hand-cut
potatoes, thick slices
piled high in the cast iron
cooked to crispy perfection
as my teeth sink in,
ahhh, yummy
grandma’s fried potatoes!
hour ten
boom, clatter, crash
as I sit watching the train slowly pass…
screech, rumble growl
the cars pick up speed…
clackity-clack goes the track
and I watch it go by…