Day 310: Morning, Dark Roast

Thoroughly enjoying this morning’s coffee. It’s the little things in life, isn’t it?

Morning, Dark Roast

Day 137: Drizzle

It’s so easy to fall off the horse.

I had some technical difficulties with my phone, which I think has since been corrected (fingers crossed), and it snowballed into poetry procrastination and before I knew it… Well, the thing about falling off the horse is that you can get back on. Unless you break something. Then maybe go to a hospital first.

Anyway. The dog needed to go out early this morning to take care of his business and we got caught in some mildly chilly drizzle, which inspired today’s poem.

By the way, I didn’t stop writing poetry entirely while I was off that horse, so those pieces will be shared soon.

Drizzle

Day 119: Open

Yesterday when I was writing at one of my favorite coffee shops on the island (and one my my favorite places in general) I noticed an open journal on a coffee table. The journal itself was a work of art, but what truly made it special we’re the contents. I’d never stoop to reading someone else’s personal journal without their blessing, however, with the pages open I caught a glimpse of detailed sketches and painstakingly written notes that were simply breathtaking. I rarely keep nice notebooks because rarely are my own notes and art anywhere near nice. In a way I don’t feel like my chicken scratch is worthy of the journal. This young woman’s was. Beyond any shadow of a doubt.

Open

Day 171: Whisper

Life is a series of struggles and upsets. That’s what makes it living. We are characters in a story and stories where the characters never struggle are nothing more than daydreams of wish fulfillment and quite frankly, boring. It’s easy to forget to take our problems in stride, to let them overwhelm us. Every now and then though, something reminds us that life is good, problems and all.

Whisper

Day 136: Watered Down Coffee

Two bad batches of coffee this morning. My bride and I are, naturally, devastated.

Watered Down Coffee