MARC'S MEMOS

9-28-12

I thought it might be a good idea to start posting some of my poetry as part of my bi-weekly blog. I have done this in the past and at least it gave me a subject to write about. My style of poetry has been criticized as being too much like a “Hallmark” greeting card, but I don’t take offense to it because I never aspired to be a great poet. My poems are just an attempt to convey a thought or emotion in an easy to understand and hopefully amusing way.

Although most of my poems rhyme, I do have a few that I wrote in prose. Here is one I titled “SUNDAY BRUNCH.” I hope you like it.

SUNDAY BRUNCH

Flickering rays of morning sunlight
Sneak briskly through the spotted window
And dance around mimosas glistening on the table
A brilliant shimmery spectrum suddenly reveals itself
Then shyly retreats back through the curtain
In an apparent case of stage fright
That leaves little chance for an encore

As we gently rock from side to side
We seem obliged to follow parallel lines ahead
And a persistent drone lulls us almost to sleep
Sinking into a comfortable trance
But aware of our surroundings enough
To marvel at Mother Nature just outside
A cup of coffee brings us
Out of our dormant condition
And a meal is served soon afterwards

Straining for a glimpse of the scenery
We laugh and rise in unison
Only to be pushed back in our seats
As our weight shifts with the turn
With a little imagination and a lot of concentration
We are transported back in history
While enjoying our Sunday brunch aboard the train

UNTIL NEXT TIME, TAKE CARE!