Coffee Break Poem- In the Harbour

What could be nicer that to hide away from the biting wind inside a warm café, staring out at the inky waters of a harbour while enjoying a hot coffee? My sentiment seemed to be reflected in the mind of a local pigeon, who hovered by the door waiting for a customer to open it so that he could sneak in and stand in the warmth of the indoors! It behaved very well, and just stood snugly near my table- eyes drooping as it seemed to comfortably nod off!

Today’s poem also reflects this feeling- the peace and magic we feel in staring out at the water, watching the ripples and seeing how the boats move when they’re settled.

Next time you’re on coffee break, or in a cafe, give it a go writing your own poem of that moment. Please feel free to comment with it below, it will be lovely to see other people’s coffee break thoughts!

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In the Harbour

Puckering surface, Distortions in reflections, Light dancing, rippling, A harbour’s ink black waters, Where peeling fishing boats bob.

But, some time later, Surface smooths like glass, when the, Wind drops, ripples stop, Metal boats seen double in, A mirror-clear reflection.

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Scouse Weather- featuring art by Jasonas263

Today, I asked a friend to give me a topic to write today’s daily poem about. He had previously been moaning about the weather, and so told me to write it about the rain and the wind that we can hear battering the window. In return, I asked him to draw something in my notepad.

All credit to Jasonas263 for the post’s image!

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Liverpool Weather #Jasonas263

Wind howling, moaning, roaring, whistling, Shivering feeling just from listening, Splatters of rain pelting at the window, It’s not these sounds that bring me the most joy though.

For close beside me the sound of scratching, The scraping, fiddling, shading of a pencil, Against the creamy brown paper in my notepad, My favourite artist- my friend- sketching in my notepad.

A cold night up north in the east of England, Storm style winds battering against the building, Near-freezing temperatures seeping in near the window, The window being pelted by the infrequent raindrops.

It’s safer inside, here in the building, Watching my friend zoning out and sketching, They moan of the cold and the sound of the wind, As it howls, moans, whistles and pushes at the window.

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Red Kite: Animal Poetry

One of my favourite styles of poem is the Tanka. I do love Haiku, but I find the extra couple of lines in a Tanka, obviously, will give extra room to play with for a more descriptive piece.

I’m really lucky that on the days I am at home, and sitting in my room to work or read, I get to see a beautiful bird of prey circling my home. A small family of red kites live somewhere nearby, so they circle our area daily. There is very little that is more wonderful than to hear their shrill call and watch them gliding outside my window. As Haikus and Tankas are very traditionally written to glorify nature, this is my dedication to my hunter friends who bring me peace to see when I am home:

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In circular paths, A sky hunter scans the grass, Wings spread, deep brown-red, Shrill, sharp cries and arrow tail, Peace: to watch a red kite sail.

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