Possibility
A spoonful of foggy dreams
from a shelf made of fir
Pour into your cup of coffee
‘Twill make you come alive
And do not forget
to add a sliver of moonbeam
Now, you can handle anything
Concrete or unseen
SCREWED
SCREWED!
Damn coffee is thick as concrete
Wish I had grabbed my canteen off of the shelf
A little extra kick it holds would help break this fog I am in.
Writing from the edge of the dock seemed poetic at the time
I could write about the moonbeams disturbing the hush of the water’s edge.
Oh hell there is a skunk looking at me from behind the fir tree.
I AM SCREWED!!
Prompt 13, Hour Ten
gone with the wind
_______________________
she appreciates the concrete –
terra firma beneath her feet
the fir-lined horizon
a welcome sight
after so long at sea –
a wandering bark
blue on blue
for months on end
(interrupted only by a hush
of whispers in the fog)
no place to dock
until today – now she stands
coffee and a moonbeam
in hand, the canteen
teeming with fishermen
buying tackle and bait
but they’ll have to wait,
put their advances on the shelf
with her coffee cup –
only the wind at her back
(that damn sea-spray
calling her by name)
only the wind at her back
– always leaving
Hour 10, Prompt 13: The Splintered Fir Mystery
By the light of a moonbeam
That peeked through the night fog
A hush grew over the concrete dock
I peered out my window
As I grabbed my coffee from the top shelf
When suddenly, I heard a gigantic crash
The ground shook and the fir tree in the yard splintered
“Damn!” I yelled “What caused that?”
I would have thought about an earthquake
So sudden and disastrous
But only the tree was touched
A lone canteen washed up beneath the deck from out of nowhere
My suspicions grew
I had to explore
I hopped on my untouched, unmoved jet ski and searched
But found nothing
To this day, I’ve no clue what caused the commotion
But, sometimes, by the moonbeam
That peeked through the night fog
When a hush grows over the concrete dock
I hear moans beneath the sea
A suspected shipwreck and the ghosts of sailors passed
I miss you
I say I miss you, But I never even knew you Where did you go? Who are you supposed to be? Are you kind Are you fair When you're sober, Talking to me? How could you leave Before I even got the chance How could you betray us all Before I got the chance to know you? You said you love me But how can that be true If all you do Is drink your life away?
Retirement Rendezvous
Retirement Rendezvous
Each morning walking
through the concrete city streets
a misty fog forms
I breathe in deeply
so the damp wet aroma
fills up my body
Same each day, walk through
the city, city becomes
a country forest
Trees proliferate
with piney fir scented paths
leading to the dock
Almost to the end
of the walk through my Eden
the silent hush breaks
into birdsong and water
rushing to the forest end
forming a clear lake
I walk further down
to my secret sandy spot
hiding a rock shelf
holding my canteen
of sweet espresso coffee
sipping and thinking
Sun sets down, bats fly
moonbeams light my way homeward
to retirement…..
DAMN fine life
© Diane Morinich
All Rights Reserved
Hour 11: Post 11: The Prowl
Crawling through every inch of my soul
Digging your way into the life I use to call my own
Secretive yet bold, you come to me in the most convenient hours
When my guard is down and I am for a very short while, vulnerable
Yet you knew that….
And here you come
Prowling back, gazing at my every move
Only waiting for the moment to pounce
And destroy the only life I’ve ever known
Jottings on a Dockyard Evening
Smell the fog rise from the coffee
Swelling the rich, dockside air
Tell of the kindness of moonbeams
Spelling the dull concrete fair.
Rush now, the canteen is closing
Push to fit mugs on the shelf
Hush, let the cook leave in peace – she
Must, at long last, feed herself.
Form: Lento
Prompt: Write a poem that contains at least five of the following words and possibly all ten: Moonbeam, Coffee, Hush, Fog, Canteen, Damn, Concrete, Fir, Shelf, Dock
I got nearly all of them, just missed the full ten by one. Damn.
Husband
We meld well together,
We think much alike,
You are my wonderful husband, and I your wife.
We have been together for years, it does not seem, that we have been together that long.
We are exactly where we belong.
To love someone they way I do you, to smile when you walk in the room.
To be loved by you is the greatest gift, if this is what I was put on earth to do.
Well that’s enough for me, for beam with joy all for the love I have for you…
C. Burgess (c)
Moonlight Café – Hour 10
She sat in the café
Near the doors and looked outside
There it was, the moonlit bay
And with it the high tide.
In her hands she held her coffee
A single moonbeam hit her bread
she had ordered and a toffee
“Damn fog,” she said.
She got up and hit a shelf
After eating and books fell down.
She sighed and murmured “Today, I’m not myself.”
When the canteen lady came and helped without a frown.
Then, she got outside on the dock
Looked around, but all firs had vanished in the fog
Suddenly, she heard a concrete quiet knock
Hush! – And in the silence croaked a frog.