A Message In A Bottle

Cherry

By bosch

Tue, 13 Feb 2018
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6 comments
 

A wicker rocker, on my screen porch.

Black coffee, until it is light enough to see

A crossword puzzle.  Blue jays,

As many as five raucous in a big holly.

The runners pop in the dark, and stream by.

Women in pairs, some pushing strollers.

Power walking, Elkins jump-starts his day.

So these specific lives merge, become

A river, as I watch from the bank--

She's standing alone out on a train platform.

The future.  There's a lot of life

Yet to go, and grandkids are not our kids.

Certificate PG
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

You had me right there on the porch with you. I like the quiet contemplative style of this poem - well done, and welcome back!

 

Submitted by bosch on

you have a longish user name. how does one respond to your interactive comments, i.e. thanks "insert", etc. i remember you from my last visits a couple of years ago. in any case, thanks

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

the username was a silly idea and I regretted it about four minutes after setting it. Insert is fine though!

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

How evocative - a wonderful sense of place.

Submitted by bosch on

i remember you from my last visits here. smart commenter, really good writer. 

yes, physical place, and place in one's life. always looking forward, dreaming.

thanks, Swep

Submitted by bosch on

so the mistress of The Silver Flash parks her bike to remark. thanks, i've never done much good arguing with your observations so i won't here. thanks.