Photo #4

[WickedEve]

http://home.ntelos.net/~iloveyou/sundaymorn.jpg
used with permission


Hi poets!

I'm going to submit several threads and each thread will contain a photo. Please feel free to post a poem in the threads with the photos that inspire you.

 

[WickedEve]

we sit across from each other,
he with his little boy's chocolate milk
and I with my grown up tea.

why has he asked me to breakfast?
doesn't he know it's over?

his annoying smile distracts me
and I dump tabasco, not sugar,
in my tea.

 

[The_Fool]

Tabasco Blues

I sip my tea.
The glass of milk sits
untended
unwanted
victim of my child
pushing back
moving away
from the table
leaving me
alone
he has things to do
Music to make
Faint sounds
of a jazz trumpet echo
in my head
Hit that double G
Two eggs over easy
bacon
hashbrowns
toast
Tabasco
for spice
in my life

 

[YoSoyJu]

Morning coffee
Ritual
Old as time
Black
Little milk
Little sugar
Little blood
Little sweat
So many tears
So many tears
All for you
And my spilled milk

 

[NeoQuaid]

The Tea Has Gone Cold

I sit here waiting
She said "meet me there"
So I'm here
She said "get me a tea"
So I got one for her
She said "I won't be late"
But she is
She said "get yourself a shake"
So I did
She said "order a sandwich for us"
So I ordered
I sit here waiting
And the tea's going cold
I don't drink tea
What a waste

See the steam rise
Feel the heat
Draining from the tea
Draining me to watch it
What a waste

She just rang
Said "sorry - can't make it"
The tea has gone cold
So have I
I'm going now
What a waste



Good picture!

 

[RazzRajen]

Tables

Carefully ordered,
greyed out mornings
Spilt coffee woulda meant
they
Went back for repeats.
Was it the morning
after the night before?

He took her once and then she gave Him
More. Left alone she rose
and did it again
crept beside him.
who told the Sun to sliver itself,
why do the raucous sounds still
in that stolid stillness?

Those cold cups those lidded mugs
cold as the bodies left
strewn behind
why not the sighs why
not the cries
He took her yet
again she gave willingly

More heat than any bottle of Tabasco
Stuffed full of habaneros she was,

Eaten again and again

 

[Guest]

we crept aside
for temporary escape
in glasses that made us
invisible to men

women came to sweep and sway
then swat our woes on a
“nice service if you can get it”
kinda Sunday morn

not a churchgoer in sight
safe to ponder the time and sip
the paradox of bible years
versus dog years and men
before running out again


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[WickedEve]

we crept aside
for temporary escape
in glasses that made us
invisible to men

women came to sweep and sway
then swat our woes on a
“nice service if you can get it”
kinda Sunday morn

not a churchgoer in sight
safe to ponder the time and sip
the paradox of bible years
versus dog years and men
before running out again


040403

I'm approximately 5 in dog years and 114 in bible years.

 

[silken_dreammaid]

Just another order
on my daily shift.
Strangers with unknown
stories and reasons.

An occasional word
from table to table,
a brief glimpse
into some-one else.

Silent observer
into could-have-beens.
Turning to serve
and finding none.

The tea's still warm
and the milk still cold,
but where are they
and where's my tip?

 

[CrowSingsOver]

If you I only knew
you'd order chocolate milk
I would have too.

Anyway

you went to the bathroom
so now
you can have the tea

 

[Guest]

clink a dink

Clink a dink
table and glass,
mumbling fumbling
sigh.

Drink a dink
test taste and add,
shuffling shaking
sugar.