Sunday Morning Apathy

The air is thick 

Moisture heavy laden

Marigolds vivid against

Dun sodden stockade fence

 

An errant breeze chilled

By passing rains moves

Humid damp to cloy

The canvas porch couch

 

Sundays paper wilts

Desultorily smudging ink

On bored fingers

Cold coffee bitters the tongue 





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-08 at 16:30

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I can feel it in each word. Cold coffee sucks, I always forget I have made it and have to warm it up in the microwave. You captured the feeling well Joe.
2021-08-10


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
It's much the same in Ramsee (Ramsgate), worm, spordick showers, over coffy cups, the showees dont stick around to turn the coffy cold.
Ken D
2021-08-08