My heart beats and pulses with the stars
My blood ebbs and flows with the tides
My lungs breathe the gases of creation
My joy swells to fill the open skies
I dance to the rhythm of the seasons
I whirl through the wheel of the year
The skies spin in spirals far above me
To feral music only I can hear
Playing a little more OctPoWriMo catch-up, here is simple rhyming poem based on the prompts: rhythm, blood, bones, breath, heart, belly.
Outdoor seating, too!
In the nerve-wracking days leading up to Hurricane Irma’s arrival, with my work campus closed. Mom’s day center closed, and our home as prepared (we thought) as we might be, I had to get myself out of the house for a little while. I had been meaning to visit Organic Life Coffeehouse in Palm Harbor for as long as it had been open, and decided it was past time.
They have all kinds of sandwiches and wraps, baked goods, pastries, and of course, what I was there for–coffee.
Larry cheerfully behind the counter
The latte’ Joanne prepared for me was wonderful but I didn’t think to take a picture of it. I was too busy drinking it.
They have live music several nights a week. Larry also plays guitar!
Organic Life Wall O’ Friends
I had my notebook with me and spent some time writing while I enjoyed my drink. There was nice jazz playing. It would be the perfect place for a writer to get in some quality writing time, if she didn’t have a day job. Maybe they’ll let me hang out there on the weekends.
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