3 o’clock
empty cafe
just me staring at a guy
staring into space
his thoughts crackle
into the summer air
nervous
hopeless
jobless
debts mounting
coffee going cold
no cash for a bun
while pastries shine
behind the glass
beckoning
I think of Jean Valjean
and his stolen loaf
and hope floats in
on a stray sunbeam
maybe just maybe
this man will meet
his Bishop
(written for the Bentlily prompt – go to a cafe and write about a person there)
If I had the chance
I’d be a dessert spoon
the bringer of delight
Imagine,
tucking into delectation
every time
brain to hand
sending frantic messages
hurry hurry hurry
mouth closing in
tongue in rapture
lips in melting caress
imagine,
transporting pleasure
every time
how could you go wrong
with a life purpose
such as that?
(written for the Bentlily prompt – write a poem about an appliance you love or love to be)
I felt it the moment
I let you go
bursting my birth sac
and you rushing headlong
to meet that other mother
that steadfast one
singing as you fell
black-slapping
racing each other
like little sperms intent
on meeting those seeds
waiting for your embrace
that sweetness of release
for I, the surrogate
had only held you for her
~~~
(written for the Bentlily prompt – Rain -from the perspective of the clouds)
Just Joyfulness 