Seems I’m getting down to the wire with the poets in alphabetical order. Don’t think there are any X ones but I’ll let you know tomorrow. Today I found two I considered contemporary; Witt Wittmann and Connie Wanek. Both women have a different style but found their poems I read good. The Wittmann poems were ‘A New Broom’ and ‘Cold’. The Wanek poems were ‘Coloring Book’ and ‘Daisies’. The second Wanek poem I can relate with in a way. If you have the chance read them.
As I looked at the wacky/weird holidays for today I noticed that three of them centered around food. I wondered about which of the three foods listed would I want to eat. The decision was all three. I like English Muffins; zucchini bread and cherry cheesecake. Unfortunately I only have English Muffins at home at the moment. So I only celebrated with the muffins (butter in the nooks and crannies). My poem today came from a picture I saw on the internet about a stretch of beach. I thought about a person walking along it in early morning collecting seashells. Taking it a bit further, I wrote it as if the person walking was in deep thought. I recall at a writers group meeting years ago we had to compose a short piece based on a picture. As I looked through beach scene images I found one and it triggered the poem.
Until tomorrow....have a great Thursday and stay safe.
Day 23....THREE LINE THOUGHT
Three food items honored as a wacky
holiday today....do I dare have them all?
Zucchini Bread, English Muffin, Cherry Cheesecake.....I can’t decide
Decision easy....only English Muffins I find in
my larder
BEACHES AND MEMENTOS
© Scottie-ann Murphy
Again I walk along a beach
the white sand feels cool on my bare feet
my flip flops nestled inside the bucket I
carry
sharing space with seashells I gather
Pausing at the shoreline
I stand peering out into the blue gulf
waters
White caps roll to shore
splashing over my feet
Seagulls fly overhead....going somewhere,
no doubt
Alone am I on this early morning stroll
Continuing on I feel the warmth
as the sun begins to heat the sand
Picking up shells as I walk
I place them into the pail
My thoughts travel to another day years
ago
A light of dawn jaunt on another sandy
beach
Picking up shells as souvenirs
not alone....but......with another
Laughing....holding hands....no cares in the
world
A perfect summer day....just he and I
The cold ocean waters chilling
as waves sloshed over our toes
The sun had not yet warmed the earth
the coolness did not affect us
All that mattered was being together
Back to the present moment I spot a
seashell
I pick it up....examining it carefully
Not perfect....a bit marred like my heart
I drop it into the bucket as another memento of beaches and lost love
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