indelible

it was a nasty day to be outside . . .
the kind of day, you wish away:
 

a gray gossamer curtain
of misty billows and fog –
rose on rain that drizzled
and spat in bursts and blasts

of wet, dank, clammy cold 

that oozed through bodies, to bones 

like just-thawed mud . . . and I thought:

if this day was set to music . . .
it would be a lament
 
if it was a painting,

people would be, barely there . . . in smudges  –
ageless, sexless, distant smudges

which made me ache to snuggle 

cozily into a splendid poem, with you 

where we would be . . . 

an indelible line of lovely poetry  . . . oft-repeated
  

note:  posted for Poets United.

photos:  Bridges across the Fraser River in New Westminster, BC (Skytrain and Pattullo – Mount Baker, in the mist) – W. Bourke

 

painting:  Gare St. Lazare, 1877 (public domain) – Claude Monet

  

© 2016 Wendy Bourke                  

Pedal or Coast?

HEAD DOODLING BACK

I have come to a place 

far from where I had been

a very long journey:  

there to here – 

and between

and although  

it has been 

a wild ride – even so,

there is something, I reckon  

I never will know . . . for

sometimes I pedaled; 

and sometimes I’d coast

but I still couldn’t tell you –

which one . . . I like most.


Note:

Sherry Blue Sky (STARDREAMING with Sherry Blue Sky) of Poets United - A Community for Poets who Blog -  recently interviewed me for the Blog of the Week feature and that interview appears today at Poets United - Blog of the Week ~ Wendy Bourke.  Thanks for this, Sherry. 

photos:  Stanley Park Walk and Bike Path by the Marina – W. Bourke
W. Bourke - M.S. Bourke

© 2013 Wendy Bourke