Breathe It In

 

Italian men sit wine in hand
At a table next to me in the café
Makes me wish I spoke Italian better
As they converse they look my way
What can I say?
A quiet smile I avert my eyes
Together we watch football
European style
A gentler sport I’ve not seen
It will forever amaze me as they play
Both sides of the fence teams of great gams
It can keep my attention all day

 

The waiter brings my Prosecco
I sip and enjoy the platter complimentary
Cheeses and meats
No matter how late I leave
It’s safe to walk the streets
Until the game ends I’ll stay
A darkness so peaceful
Many stars shine so bright
Nowhere in the world have I seen them
But here casting off such a light
I link my arm in night’s
Together we stroll away

 

The next day cappuccio
My favorite place above the Funicular
A balcony overlooks all beneath
Then a walk to a Saint’s place
Balanced on a pinnacle
A sundial names all the mountains so high
They surround me, air so crisp
I’m held steady in their arms
The roads wind back
I descend as clouds happen by
Filling the streets like eerie mist
Such scenery
I’d never want to miss
I can get used to this

 

Maybe down to the market
For food so fresh
My crustaceans crawl from the crate
A bottle of wine, maybe two
Prosecco of my own
Or pizza at the pub with a Belgian
More football to see
What’s the time, I don’t know
Not a care to me
Monday rolls around, there’ll be work to do
Cappuccio served with brioche just baked
Could start off the day
Life is important
And just for you

 

At day’s end back to the mountains
Up from the lower city
Back to the café
Or maybe the pub this time
Is it closed, is this the day?
Taken off from the week
Doesn’t matter
Pour my whiskey drink
Tonight I’ll write
Lively, noisy little place
People walk by, some come in
Nighttime active as day, I sit back
Tomorrow more work
My head on night’s shoulder
Linked arm in arm
“I’ll see you home”
We stroll, together again

 

An Introduction

 

The stick of incense sat burning in the opened window. In, out, in, out smoke swirled lending a lavender aura to the street and her room. The Sunday paper was scattered in pieces on the bed and the two books she was reading were next to the lamp on the electric fireplace now an end table throughout the summer months. Although it had been over 80 and muggy the past two weeks, the series of thunderstorms that’d taken place had finally broken through driving the temperature down to 60. The breeze felt great.

 

 

I remembered when I wrote that and it wasn’t that I drew a blank afterward. A flood of negative thoughts flowed so much so when I read them over a few days later, a few months later, a year later, I finally said “yuk… I don’t want to write this crap anymore. It’s such a nice introduction. Don’t tell me I can’t come up with anything to follow it.” But there it sat. It’s another year later and there it sits.

 

Well, hell.

Facing The Sea

 

 

“Wouldn’t I love to be the one standing there taking that shot”, thought Janelle as she studied the portrait. “Look at that sunset! How well it was captured. Those posts look like people frozen in time facing the sea. Are they? Did she know she was being photographed? What’s that?” Her thoughts trailed off as she focused. “It couldn’t be a speck.” She stepped closer instinctively to brush it away. Yellow dust smeared. Janelle looked at the side of her hand. “Isn’t this is supposed to be a photography exhibit?”

She jumped as a voice shattered the silence. “Step back!”

 

 

 

100wcgu-7

 

http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week140/

PROMPT: … “a picture taken by Chris of Janette taking a picture!”

Spicy Tuna, Deviled Eggs, And New Orleans Kettle-Style Voodoo Chips

I honestly don’t know what more I can take, or how much for that matter. I want to be happy but my heart is heavy. I’m unsure…

Not really.

Complaints about nothing everyday as I write. I’ll be ok. What else today?

Sabrina sat back and pushed the typewriter across the desk. Yes, typewriter. She looked at it lovingly. “You’ll be my first, you’ll be my last, which is probably true. Do they make them anymore?”

She walked to her Davenport across the room and powered up the laptop. “Typewriters”, she keyed into the Google search.

Listen Carefully

But even when I listened carefully

I couldn’t determine

But even when I listened carefully

I couldn’t see

But even when I listened carefully

To her, the one in ermine

I was distracted

My mind wandered…

 

 

“Ermine. How many years has it been since I’ve seen someone wear ermine?” Joseph stood and walked toward the radiator. “Where’s that hissing…”

 

His desk

e                                    o

x                                p
l                             e

d
d …

 

Word fragments thrust askew.

 

 

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100-Word Challenge For Grownups

 

http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/06/30/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week139/

The Prompt … but even when I listened carefully…

Running Out For Sugar Wearing Pajamas And Elbow Length Gloves

 

Find something to write

My first thought today

What did I do, what can I say

Minuscule snakes, very tiny you see

Laid out on concrete

I walked overhead, or to them it seemed

Birds chirped, “Time to eat”

Silly you might think

But it’s what came to me

 

Fragrance of flowers everywhere

Not one to be seen

Where’s it coming from then?

Geese honking on

They visit then swoop

Minuscule snakes gone

Slight belch in the air

No worry, no care

 

Gravel across a walk

Washed away

Thanking monsoon rain

Landscapers rejoice

Hear their voice

More work to do

Businesses weep

All lament

Repair money is spent

 

Weather symbol casts doubt

On the laptop I’m talking about

Lightening, clouds, means electricity out

But the sun’s shining through

As I write this to you

It could happen still

Later on we all know

Nature’s lack of discretion

When it comes to her show

 

Prompted By Nothing

 

I have nothing to say

Not today

I lie in quiet surround

As my ceiling fan spins

Round

 

And around

 

And around

 

A gentle whirrrrr

No other sound

Not even from my brain

An idea shouldn’t be a strain

It’s empty, no gain

 

A wall, at full stop

 

I need one idea

 

But what is the prompt?

“How to Win my Heart (Good Luck With That)”

Personal dig

“Eclecticity Or You Call That Music?”

Not feeling it, nay

 

Fan spins round

 

And around

 

But reached maximum count

As the prompt did say

At a loss

That’s it

No more today

 

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The prompt today is: …but what is the prompt?

 

100wcgu-7

 

http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/06/23/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week138/