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Saturday Sleeping In

I slide from the warmth of my bed,
hardwood cold under foot,
and tie back the seafoam curtains
to welcome the morning light.

Remnants of winter linger outside,
Patches of snow tap down
the promise of Spring. Branches,
still bare, wait for a warmer day.
Looks like my neighbors slept in too.

Downstairs, I make myself a cup
of coffee then return.
I look at my lone bed stand
and brush my hand
across your untouched space
reminders that you are gone
from me forever.

I climb under
my still warm,
soft grey comforter
and prop my pillow to read
in the quiet calm.
~ ~ Judi Van Gorder

Prompt: Write a poem of perception using the details from this picture. Saturday Morning Sleeping In


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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badger11

Lovely Tink. Especially S1 and S2. Love the picture of ordinariness in those.

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Tinker

Thanks Badge,  The exercise was to include as many details from the photo as I could see and then embellish with my imagination to bring it home.  After this sits a while, I think I'll come back and trim it up. Not every detail need be mentioned in the finished poem away from the exercise.

~~Tink


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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JoelJosol

I like S3 best. It is the peak of the poem.


"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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tonyv

I, too, like the third stanza. It adds profundity to the picture that would otherwise resemble a still life.

Tony


Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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Tinker

Bloody Portal

What’s behind the red door?
The night had me restless
no sleep since I heard
that sound.
That eire, strange strangling
coming from across the way,
loud enough to travel
up to my window.
Jumping up and looking out
I saw a crack of light
as the scarlet entry closed.
Was that a foot
I saw dragged inside?
Something sinister stays 
within those seemingly normal walls.
The climbing chill sends 
me back to the warmth 
of my grey down comforter 
but slumber 
alludes ‘til daybreaks.
           ~~ Judi Van Gorder


Same Prompt photo: Morning Bedroom Photo

 


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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tonyv

Judi, should "Bloody Portal" be its own topic? I'm excited by this poem and want to reply, but it's included here in the "Saturday Morning" topic ...

Tony


Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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