Moods, feelings, life' events, small moments, itches. All of these create a spark inside, a memory, that sometimes comes out as a poem.
Lunar Magic
A speck of luminescence
Spreading rays of calm
Across the dark earth
Across our eyes
Soft radiance
Bouncing from leaf to leaf
Pushing shadows
Into the deep of night
A song of hope
A melody in the dark of night
Causing eyes to gaze up
Causing lips to curl and smile
A grand dot
Punctuating a dark canvas
Splashing quiet and white
From horizon to horizon
The skies pupil
Oscillating with the seasons
Grabbing earth’s oceans
Moving the tides
Lunar Magic
Playing tricks on our minds
Changing and creating
An enchanted, mysterious night
Copyright © Bob Stegner 2004
The Coffeehouse
Seasons pass
Footsteps linger
Transient molecules
Of flavor
Float airborne
To comfort, soothe
And call us to
The coffeehouse
Countless souls can’t resist
Can’t stop inching
Toward the threshold
Of the round, brown, exhilarating
Aromatic signals
Emanating from within
Voices, melodies, and
eagerness
Delicately create atmosphere
A place of calm
A sensual reunion
An energetic, enigmatic,
olfactory
Home
Concoctions flourish
Within waves of recipes
While sweet confections
And old loving memories
Are handed out
At the glass counter
Of delight
A table
A spot by the window
By her, near him
A smile of openness
Of possibility
Pass and flow
Among the willing
A cup’s finger hole
Points the way to grasp
And lift the round liquid
With ready lips and palette prepared
For flavors of expanding light
Changed perspective
Enhanced intellect
And brightened humor
As time ebbs quietly
To the syncopated rhythm
Of music and language
Lips move
Pages turn
Eyes glance
And black and white photographs
On wine-colored walls gaze back
And create - the Coffeehouse
Copyright © Bob Stegner 2006
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