I wrote this poem five minutes ago. It has not appeared in any publications or web sites, except this one, and it has not been translated into any other languages.


Call me grandee, Jessica, as I consume
My morning meal al fresco. I dine like
A king, of sorts, on chicken from the store,
Fried just last night, and pilaf that I made
Myself, and I eat looking out at cornfields.
Raptors corkscrew through the air. The clouds
Are few and friendly-fluffy. Someone said
That, later on, the air will warm more than
I'd like, and also thicken, but, for now,
I feed in comfort, regal, almost, on my deck,
And wish for nothing more, except perhaps,
For an espresso, and some time with you.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-06-02 at 18:14

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Very charming indeed. :)

The intro made me chuckle.

F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I put this one among my favorites by you. Very lovely, it has the strong effect of enveloping the whole moment in absolute comfort and well-being. Gives the feeling of what more could a man ask for? So well-written, thanks.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Well, this is charming as all get-out. The weather and vista suits you, as does Jessica, apparently.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You’re so subtle my friend😜!

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent, Larry. The meal is tempting and the poem holds many highlights, not least 'Raptors corkscrew', 'friendly-fluffy', and the chicken/thicken rhyme :>)