Over his morning coffee he sat,
dreaming of yesterday’s spring
and the hill country of his youth,
remembering summers of peace
and autumn days when he thought
life a forever thing. The world lay before
him then, a ripe field awaiting harvest.
Now beside this sad cup, a winter hand,
so withered and so gray, an old man’s
hand he barely recognized as his own.
Then his gaze found her playful smile.
In the hazel warmth of her eyes he
felt like spring again, the rich loam of
her love yielding a gentle harvest of joy
© 2015, poem, Jamie Dedes; 2012, photograph, Wendy Rose Alger
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
So, what about your morning coffee – or tea? Tells us …
If you feel comfortable leaving your work or a link to it in the comments section, please do. All work shared will be published on this site next Tuesday.
This didn’t seem to get through!
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Ah, did you submit a poem for this prompt, Colin? FYI: Comment don’t show up right away. I have the site set so that I have to approve. That way I’m less likely to miss them.
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Bit late now, Jamie, but this was the poem I sent…
at a railway station
a black & white handsome dog
stands in an apparently patient manner
by his master while he fiddles around
with his bag on a seat on the platform
the dog looks at me
drinking coffee from a plastic cup
through the window
of the train waiting for departure
in an apparently beseeching manner –
when I smile he looks away as though
he can no longer bear human emotions
or confront the unknown or the untravelled –
in an arcane manner of speaking
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Lovely! No worries, Colin. See it here on Tesday. Happy day to you.
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Every prompt you send out sends me into memories…or so it would seem. I like your poem, Jamie. Please see my response at https://reneejustturtleflight.com/2017/07/03/pots-of-coffee-brewing. Have a wonderful holiday.
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Yikes! I put the post together on Saturday and preschedule it. When I saw your note, I didn’t realize Tuesday was upon us. 🙂 Adding it in now. Have a lovey 4th.
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No worries but I did look twice this morning to see if I had overlooked it. I have been meaning to ask you if you would prefer I just put it into the comments but I am so use to just adding a link is why I do it the way I do. Have a wonderful 4th my friend. 🙂
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It’s easy either way. 🙂 Thanks for asking.
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Day 2, over my coffee—
The King and I
I’m not a king who has the power
To tweet insults every hour
Nor do I desire to be heard
And claim the truth is in all my words.
If the king were to treat me nice
Or ask for my advice
I would not take a chance
Under any circumstance
To believe him as he raves and rants.
He’s not the kind of guy
Who’ll even try to see eye to eye.
He does what he wants to do,
No matter what might ensue.
He’s a doer, not a thinker,
I won’t swallow his yarns
Hook, line, and sinker.
He’s a king without social skill,
Bullying, badgering, from the Hill.
Rather than a model of decorum
For all the world to see,
He seems bent on dragging down,
The office that represents you and me.
To exchange barbed words from the throne,
Destroys the boundaries between right and wrong.
Those in power have offices to represent,
Not used to get even with those they resent.
June 29, 2017
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I saw the post late that was shared at New World Creative Union. I have two that fit this prompt well, but were written previously. I’d have posted here, but am unsure of your rules, and if they had to be created today after the prompt was given. Am sharing links, in case anyone is so inclined to check them out.Thanks in advance if you do! http://insideoutpoetry.blogspot.com/2015/08/the-view-over-morning-coffee.html
And a wee bit of ‘tongue in cheek’ humor…
http://insideoutpoetry.blogspot.com/2014/06/cravings.html
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Thanks okay, Ginny. Your work is welcome. So these are collected an published here on the following Tuesday. I would need you to send me brief bio and a photo if you’re comforable with that. thepoetbyday@gmail.com
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By the way, Ginnie, I did read your poems. On target and beautifully done. I couldn’t get my comment to take probably because I’m on WP and you’re on blogger.
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Thanks, Jamie! I will send you my bio and a picture later today
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Sorry for the incorrect spelling, Ginny. If you are on FB, friend me at G Jamie Dedes so that you get the announcement.
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OVER MY MORNING COFFEE
Over my morning coffee I read
About love between john and a red
Haired lady. I saw the pleas for
World peace and love between jamie
And all who follow her. And the names of
Frank, Linda, and those who travel and explore
food bloggers, bloaters, poets, dragons, two eyed kings
without any cards. And more for the readers who search
for the keys and treasures that rust and stay hidden and wait to be bidden
to search beyond the stars. Over my morning coffee I saw the world in a new light.
I saw a world of promise for those who are willing to stand up and fight.
June 28, 2017
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Amen, my friend. You are one of the good ones. xo
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Third reponse:-
:: these trees ::
harrogate in the rain.
cheap umbrella broke,
a delightful shade of pink,
abandoned.
abandoned the street
for the parlour, the crown.
mourned my shoes, wet
and ripping.
dripping
white nubuck.
watched the trees,
falling leaves.
good coffee
opposite
the pumproom.
harrogate.
sbm.
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You are my inspiration to every so often try my hand at poetry. Your poem today is a true inspiration.
A sweetner and a hearty dose of creamer
await in a favorite mug,
for the hot medium roast,
not too strong.
The purple porch swing awaits
in the cool morning air
as the eastern sun flickers through
the tops of distant trees.
I swing gently, cradling the mug,
enjoying the warmth and
the ritual a bit more
than the coffee.
Contemplating the miracle of
the flow and ebb of life
as flowers bloom and die
in the perennial bed below.
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Well done, Pat. I love the morning ritual too and this made me smile. Thank you! So, this will be published here on Tuesday. If you would send a short bio to me thepoetbyday@gmail.com and a photo if you’re comfortable with that. I always include background and link to your on the first time in response.
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Such a wonderful, gentle poem, Jamie. I read it to my husband and his eyes welled up with tears – he really liked it and he isn’t a poetry kind of guy. We then had a discussion about his hands – how wonderful they are. They are the hands of an old man but they have brought so much joy to the lives of his family and friends. He is a handyman extraordinaire.
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Pat, thank you for telling me this. Wish you and your hubby a lovely day and a wonderful summer.
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Jamie…a second response
::coffee been ::
i wished it had bean
an orange cup, i wish
there had bean beans,
yet all were ground and
brewed, and i have
not bean so good
at this one, so
you do not need
to like, then i will
not need to thank
thee.
i feel like i bean an has
bean, in today’s
challenge.
sbm.
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👍👏
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Thanks Jamie.Here is my first response:-
::coffee::
can you make coffee, make
it last two hours? can you
talk?
when there is solitary, when
thoughts are enough to blend,
when all you thought you needed
was supplied, it takes encouragement
to talk.
hear yourself chat on and on
about nothing in particular,
or is it something, i can’t remember.
i am not sure that talking says anything.
really.
learn to care.
sbm.
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My third response:
My Must
a cup of tea first thing with breakfast.
Later a mug of coffee. Lifts eyelids.
Liquid brain boost. List today’s tasks.
Mam had a cup of tea before bed, too.
Not for me. Sleep disturbed enough.
Earl Grey or Chai tea. Once had a bud
in a glass cup that bloomed and infused.
Petals gently exploded flavour stop motion
underwater smoke spiralled below.
Expensive but glorious wake up call.
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Great. 🙂
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My second response:
Decided
She has decided everything
must have a flat surface else it will fall
and make a mess, small red trays for tea and coffee, big white trays for meals in
front of the t.v., and puts vase containing his ashes above the false fireplace
beside the clock their friends gave them for their sixtieth anniversary, below
the picture of tumbling river aglow with pink of coming storm.
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My first response Jamie:
The Gift
Evening. Friends arrive with cake.
All have coffee.
They come to see part feral kitten
abandoned by their new home’s
owner they brought to us. She lolls
on the bed in our spare room.
TV is on. Candles in Berlin.
We swap gifts. Latte glasses
for them, cake for us.
Laughter. Cinnamon pastry
and walnut Christmas cake.
TV is on. Berlin flickers in the dark.
Time for leaving.
Hugs and best wishes.
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