"The Coffee Cup Was Empty...

ä Monday morning kinda thought

"The Coffee Cup Was Empty..."

 

Sometimes I wonder if my pen creaks

as I scribble a should have been forgotten

thought... and then

the chair creaks as I set the pen down.

The journal creaks as I close it and

bind the covers.

The floor creaks as I stand

and step away from the desk.

 

Life is about adjusting to existence

not existence adjusting to life.

I think I'll write that down.

 

Chris

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[Mark]

Sometimes I creak. But I ignore it until it doesn't exist.

[Chris]

Laughing here...thanks Mark, I needed that.

[Coyote Poetry]

This is good poetry. I need good coffee, good music and time to think and write. I like the internal thoughts and the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Chris]

I seem to have caught you last night... I'm glad something in my thoughts kept you here.

[Lucifer Jones]

The little connections tha we so often miss or too often find and focus on... Amazing read my friend. I brought coffee and my chair today. Thank you.

[Chris]

Good seeing you "Light"man

[Aethereal]

This poem expresses an avalanche of connections: Here's a tiny gift poem for you to keep:

A creak,
a sneak
a sound,
has found
a mind
to bind.

[Chris]

"Good morning...you came back." Have I "captured" you?

[Aethereal]

Captured lake a planet round the Sun
tumbling in her laughter, having fun.

[Chris]

chuckling here... cool... come often and stay late.

[Aethereal]

You're welcome!

[Hannah]

Those spur of the moment thoughts always seem to have the most potential... I like the casual thought process for quite a deep and philosophical message... You created contrast really effectively... Great read, thanks :)

[Chris]

it was nice of you to pause. How is tomorrow there?

[Hannah]

Any time... Haha tomorrow is excrutiatingly hot here but a great day nonetheless :)

[Chris]

Summer beckons -
tomorrow's dawn draws us
with heat and hopes
into life's sun.
read moreSummer beckons -
tomorrow's dawn draws us
with heat and hopes
into life's sun.

[Hannah]

Beautiful words- as always...

[Chris]

Tisn't words -
as the thoughts flow and each symbol
appears - sounds coalesce
and images form...
and life begins all of its own
reaching within and finding...
home.

[Relic]

Excellent thought and poem Chris. I like writers that don't need to write a long sermon to get a point across. Great poem.

[Dye]

I always enjoy reading what you write. I feel like I get a glimpse into your thoughts and it's a nice place to pause.

[Chris]

H'lo Dye... seems there is always something to think about within my eyes... who'ld a thunk?

[SuperChick62]

Very interesting. I enjoyed they way you phrased the first line, by wondering if the pen creaked, but as you went along with the poem, your creakings seemed to get more serious. With a chair to a floor, your support. What keeps you upright and standing. Without a floor, you'd just fall.
In this daily activity happens countless amount of times, you symbolize life itself. Using the image to explain your thought written below. Very nicely done.

[Chris]

Nice avatar! I appreciate your thoughts and hope you pause with me again

[Corset]

yep..............................

To a true seer, and feeler all creaks, it's just the breath of the things you catch Chris, and you do it with such a poetic eye! ;)

I think you're right my friend... :) "Smiling here"

- Elisa