Coffee Grounds Blues

Coffee Grounds Blues

I got grounds in the coffee.

Careful when you pour the last cup.

If you don't pay attention,

that cup will be full of muck.

I was pouring the water,

steady and straight.

Looked away for a second.

That was my mistake.

I got grounds in the coffee.

 Careful when you pour the last cup.

If you don't pay attention,

that cup will be full of muck.

The grounds started flowing

over the top.

Oozing into the coffee

before I could stop.

I got grounds in the coffee.

Careful when you pour the last cup.

If you don't pay attention,

that cup will be full of muck.

Sometimes it happens.

No way to back up.

Just turn your thoughts to

who should get that last cup.

I got grounds in the coffee.

Careful when you pour the last cup.

If you don't pay attention,

that cup will be full of muck.

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The Beauty of the Day

The Beauty of the Day

Step out and see

the beauty of the day.

Look up to the sky.

Watch the clouds float by,

the sun on the rise,

the moon departing.

Trees line the street.

Leaves wave in the wind.

Birds sing out or

search for something to eat.

Other animals scurry on the ground,

aware of every sound.

If we are that attentive,

we'll see wonders all around.

That's to Dana Dampier for this week's Wordsmith Studio Creative Prompt-Spirituality.

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Comeback

I'm very fortunate to have a poem, Comeback, on the Kansas Time + Place blog. Click the link below to read it:

http://150kansaspoems.wordpress.com/2014/07/21/comeback/

Float the Words

Float the Words

I write because I must.

I have to trust that

what I say will find

its way to those who

need it. I won’t

force feed it to

anyone, just

float the words

and see where

they dock.

Why do you write? Do you know of an instance when your words found someone who needed them?

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Natural Beauty

Natural Beauty

Light the night

with a moon so bright

that eyes rise

to take in the sight.

Watch the glow.

A natural show

seen for free

since time long ago.

The sun rests

but still gives its best.

Reflected

Present in recess

Who else took pictures of the moon last weekend?

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Spills

Spills

A cup tips.

Liquid slides

on the table

in all directions

and begins to drop

to the floor.

Napkins are saturated

and notebooks are

painted with sepia streaks.

Hands work quickly to

sop up the beverage,

erase the evidence

of the miscue.

The cup is refilled.

The stains are permanent

even though 

they haven't dried.

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Dusk in the Sculpture Park

There are three sources of light in this photograph. The moon and the streetlight are the obvious ones. The Bloch building is illuminated after dark. This photograph was taken at dusk so only the moon is shining.

Thanks to Rebecca Barray for this week's Wordsmith Studio Creative Prompt-Light.

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Take Your Mark

Take Your Mark

Start another race

Set your own pace

Find your own space

Don’t focus on place

No matter what you face

finish with grace

then start another race

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One Day Only

One Day Only

The bloom lasts

for one day.

Will it have

time in the sun

or weather

a storm?

Will it feel

 temperatures

that are balmy

 or blistering?

Will it hold bees

and butterflies or

face dogs and deer?

Will it catch 

the eye of passersby

or spend hours

in anonymity?

No matter

what awaits,

the bloom opens

and lasts for one day.

How often do you look at the flowers in your garden?

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