I have a dear friend in the Bay Area who often posts the pictures that he takes on Facebook. He has a tendency to title them in such poetic fashion that they often inspire me. I've written numerous poems from his posts in the past. Recently, he's posted more inspiration and the fruit is thus:
Setting crescent moon riding a bank of fog.
3/4/22 7:29PM
Setting crescent moon
riding a bank of fog
To watch this waxing body
leaves me yet agog
Hanging low
Afloat across the bay
Encouraging a smile
For the night I shall belay
Take me with you please
your journey through the sky
The best that I can do
is watch with wishful eye
Seemingly so close
yet really not at all
As far away as love
when making mortals fall
Your beauty is quite powerful
leaving me possessed
Fantastical eternal
ornamentally grotesque
Shine me down your beams
alight and full of silver
Filtered through the fog
Essences to pilfer
Rest now and thank you
sweet setting crescent moon
I’ll look for you tomorrow
in the sky at noon
Not a half-bad job, you sure can parallel park
On a Friday night, pissing in the dark
Was it just a random pass or have you been on scout
Watched you very carefully as your tools you soon took out
Ferry across the street: so desolate and quiet
Back into your car with your license plated diet
Smile for the camera, your fame surely awaits
Friday night out driving and stealing license plates
Lemons in the morning sun.
Lemons in the morning sun
A bowl-full of yellow
Their taste cannot be outdone
Their fragrance far from mellow
Centerpiece on table run
A flavorful bordello
So now the day has just begun
This lemon-rooted bellow
Robin stopped in to say hello.
Robin stopped to say hello
As he sat up on the fence
Waiting for the wind to blow
Then to flight he did dispense
True he’d flown for quite some mile
Yes he’d flown quite high
Sure was nice to see him smile
And then I waved goodbye
Photos by Bruce Wismer
Verse by PenguinScott
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