Surly....

By Steven Depolo from Grand Rapids, MI, USA [CC BY 2.0
 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)],
via Wikimedia Commons

Being surly and miserable is a privilege of  children and the elderly.
Not quite sure how kids earned the rights but I do know that they often exercise them
in public.

© 2015 Tamara Beck

My morning ride

By Yinan Chen (www.goodfreephotos.com
(gallery, image))
 [see page for license], via Wikimedia Commons

Tears of sweat running down my cheek

Burning my eyes, with them closed

I am climbing along a mountain side

The hillside path twists and turns

Towards a vista of green valley, a river

Rippling below. I reach the top, 

Imagination giving me strength to push

Through. The ride down is bumpy and richly

Sun-dappled, the course brings me home

Safely. I wipe off the emotion and exertion

And open my eyes. 

River life

"Segurokamome winter" by 藤谷良秀 - 投稿者自身の撮影.
Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 via
Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/
wiki/File:Segurokamome_winter.jpg#mediaviewer/File:
Segurokamome_winter.jpg

The seagull, his bill and body facing south,

Allows himself to be swept north on the tide.

Tired of the ride, his wings spread and carry

Him into the lazy sky.

The tugboat doesn't so much pull its barge

As it pushes it downstream, passing another

Headed up. The birds have abandoned their

Watery perch to sail circles above it

As the jetskis roil the river alive with boats

And sparkling  with waves

"Barge and tug in NYC" by Ed Yourdon from New York City, USA - Barge. Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Barge_and_tug_in_NYC.jpg#mediaviewer/File:Barge_and_tug_in_NYC.jpg

The new defines New York

with thanks to Lydia Davis

Pigeons fighting over a piece of pizza, developed a fondness for pepperoni.

Suddenly,  they crave meat.

Man with many pigeons in Washington Square Park, New YorkCC BY 2.0, JoeInQueens from Queens, USA - DSC_0063 Uploaded by maybeMaybeMaybe

Handsome

Klopfholz mit BeitelnCC BY-SA 3.0, Janekpfeifer - Own work

You certainly would not like his looks,

But he is genuinely handsome, with his sculpted beard,

No rather, it is chiselled against his face,

The grey standing out against the burnished oak 

In delicate fine lines, his is the face on the prow,

Or perhaps of a captain sailing gallantly and gamely

Into the wind

Memory

I envy you, remembering

The addresses of your childhood

I remember nothing, not even

Grudges or the names of 

Friends and neighbors

If memory is all we have

I have only you and our years

Together, I remember all that

Every touch, every tender moment

Memories like that are my blessing

My consolation for all my unsung past

© Tamara Beck