Thursday is Bingo day at the VFW where I hold membership. Although I am not a player of the game, there are many who take it quite seriously. For that reason I avoid the visiting the VFW on that day. This morning I imagined myself there sitting at a table near the windows on a Thursday that look out into the back of the building where the lake is located. Doing so triggered today's piece. The images in the poem are actuate of what one would see looking out the VFW window.
Until tomorrow....have a great Saturday.
DAY TWENTY-EIGHT POEM
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BINGO
© Scottie-ann Murphy
The flag waves in the breeze
Palm tree fronds sway
Surface winds blow harsh on the lake....white caps roll to the shore
Outside the VFW....the beach
area deserted
No boaters....no jet skiers....
No pedestrians strolling along
the waters edge
Not even sand cranes
patrolling the grounds
I notice a lonely butterfly
flittering past the window
My focus on the outside world
Waves rolling to shore on Lake Jackson....
The America flag fluttering on a windy Thursday afternoon....
And fronds from the palm trees
that seem to beckon hello to
me....
As I sit at the table peering
outdoors....
Mesmerized by the nothingness
I ponder 🤔 about everything and yet nothing....a calmness comes over me
Silence.....I hear not a sound....
inside surroundings I ignore
BINGO....
the shouting breaks my
concentration
It's back to reality and why I'm
here today at the VFW
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