Free Verse Poem – Lynne Collier

Waiting At Wimpy’s

When a time of patience leads to a poem.

The server asks
Would I like something to drink
and a menu.
I reply

“Someone will join me soon.
He shouldn’t be long.
Just a coffee, please, while I wait.”

I arrange my pen and notebook
on the red and blue plastic tabletop
above a checkered floor.
On the walls
posters of famous people I vaguely remember.

Oldie Goldies play
and my head starts bopping.
I lip-sync along to the chorus
remembering days long gone.

Beside the menu I didn’t want
rests a book of memoir prompts.
The hope of things to come.
I glance through
short memories the author wrote.

And now here’s mine.
As I wait.

PS. It’s been an hour—and I’m still here with my cold coffee
five micro-memoirs of the Sixties later.

’Til next time —thank you for reading, and remember you are loved by the One who created you in His image.

~ Lynne

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

Touring the back roads in our aging Vibe

I’m a willing passenger who

notepad at the ready

soaks in the passing sights

proof of the existence of something greater

than my own fleeting life.

Excitedly

I reach for my gel point pen

as I spy a lone heron

futilely attempting camouflage

between stoic stems

of stately bullrush

and turn him into a poem.

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’Til next time — remember you are loved by the One who created you in His image.

~ Lynne

Note: this poem was originally written for Weeds & Wildflowers on Medium, on April 25, 2024.