Friday, April 25, 2025

Bootheel Writers Group - Ten Minute Writing Challenge

The Teashop



He moves to my side

near at hand but not touching


Others strolled with us but

my focus narrows on the

man at my side


The teashop our destination

draws us onward Its interior

beckoning us downward

through a shadowed 

passageway


Lingering encourages us

a poet's heart greets us with a

smile . . . a wonder of conversation awaits


Little did I know his self-produced

books would inspire my own

efts decades later


Long after now I have forgotten his name but I still remember his

tiny teashop and his miniature booklets of poetry written as the

musing of a retired engineer

And soon after that the man at my side decided to remain there forever



Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Remains


A smile. Eyes light up

The half expected knock at the door

A temporary beauty but longlasting in memory

Drooping, dropping, creating a faded blanket

Only remains remain, struggling for last passage to glory.



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