Writes With Pencils

fiction, memoir, essays and poetry

Tag: Moments

Morning Cup

The glimpse of blue
yesterday
has once again
been muffled by grey.
The bare trees
drip.
The eaves
drip.
And the coffee maker
drips.
But its steaminess
releases the scent
of leather books, conversations, and contemplation
as the incessant March rain
nonetheless
unleashes sprout from bulb
and leaf from bud.
As it sputters
its final sighs,
not death by drowning—
but morning life
into my waiting cup,
it pours.

Daisy Chain

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Seaside Blackberries

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Along a pebbled shore
of sand and shells
battered by storms of life’s injustice
littered with weathered wood
cast upon the beach by fickle tides
all shades of dreams diminished:
these, the skeletal remains
of a heart and home picked clean
by tragedy and loss—
springs a single, wild fruited vine
that defies the lack of soil,
spreads its thorny shoots and leaves,
and sprouts clusters of tight berries
not plump, with easy juiciness
(there’s been so little rain this season)
but fully ripe,
weighted with concentrated sweetness
and packed with seeds
of possibility.

Bookmark Quote #125

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You can’t enjoy art or books in a hurry.

-E. A. Bucchianeri

Read the story of 1000 Bookmarks.

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