Poetry Blogs (watching)
M.C. Newberry on I wish I could daydream like I did when I was a kid (31 minutes ago)
It is a meeting place, this coffee house of ours
The atmosphere is friendly and relaxed,
And it is popular with everyone.
Its tables and the chairs are a mixture of styles and ages:
Metal or wood or comfy arm chairs, and benches
They must have come from an auction!
There is a full bookcase half way up the stairs
There are newspapers in a rack
Some customers read while they ...
Sunday 22nd July 2018 6:23 pm
A thought awakes me,
and I cling on to the memory of a loved one.
Bird song, faint but swelling,
catches at my heart,
as I pull up the blind revealing the world below.
Light beckons me,
and I press my face against the pane.
I gaze, long and hard as if searching for someone.
My breath mists the glass, and I wave it away,
"Here I am".
Without a sound spoken I have woken...
Thursday 21st September 2017 3:26 pm
Come on Eileen is not really you
Tell us more Eileen, is probably more true
With a life well lived and tales to tell
Life will be lesser now you're not here for the tell
Not quite a son, but a son-in-law
You once said we're close, we think so alike
You explained that we're both observers of people and life
Maybe sit in the margin to listen and learn
Well I learned from you with your spark...
Friday 19th May 2017 7:45 am