Michael Edwards

ANOTHER DAY

 

 

ANOTHER DAY

 

 

Kitchen chair and cosy slippers

toasting bread and fresh hot coffee

open windows, curtains flapping.

 

Outside winter grey decanting

Spluttering, pattering, rain drops falling

polka-dotting silvered paving.

 

Creaking gate on rusty hinges

weed-containing gutter swaying

beating time on stuccoed wall.

 

Mushy, slushy, decomposing

rotting leaves and dancing puddles

splashing rain on stretched umbrellas.

 

Empty chair, abandoned slippers

blackened toast and stale cold coffee

open windows, curtains flapping.

 

 

 

 

Comments9

  • AAA

    I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    • Michael Edwards

      Aw thanks AAA - pleased you like it - it was written more quickly than most of my more serious stuff but sort of works - I think.

    • orchidee

      A fine write. Never knew so much could happen on just one day!

    • Goldfinch60

      Wow Michael - so much said in these words.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ah - such business in these linguistic lines Michael yet with a story that grabs readers' minds - - the final stanza has sadness of time in its abandonment methinks. in this beguiling read of "another day."

    • FredPeyer

      I can smell the air, the toast, the coffee aroma and picture myself sitting there in that kitchen.
      Great, great poem, love it.

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      Thanks MICHAEL ~ I love this too ! It has great rhythm I found myself half singing and half chanting it as i cooked my beans on toast (fine dining !) Love the line drawing ~ have copied to colour ! Please check my FABRICS POEM ~ you will love the visual ! Yours BRIAN

    • willyweed

      brilliant write Michael ever the artist!

    • Michael Edwards

      Been out and fell asleep on return so apologies for not responding to you all individually - just a big thanks for all your kind words - means a lot and so encouraging.

    • Suresh

      At first I thought, lost daydreaming, 'blacked toast, cold coffee', but then I am lost with the words 'empty chair and abandoned slippers'.
      Enjoyed reading it.

      • Michael Edwards

        Can you believe I actually forgot I'd written this one. Thanks so much Suresh. I seem to recall now that it comes to mind that I was going to call it something like: The Last Day.



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