"Sweet Coffee..."

"Sweet Coffee..."

A Poem by Chris
"

Its Tuesday... I could tell

"

"Sweet Coffee..."

 

A second's pause...

I've sweet coffee

- black and two-day-old,

multiple-heated dregs of foul-fraught

wistfulness

of tomorrows' memories-to-be.

 

Even the cup

shivers

as the contents sway

and circle

settle

and await...
me.

 

Sweet, sweet coffee -

it knows its place

in a world of need

a world foreseen

and unseen - seeming

lost and full

found and empty

wished and forgotten.

 

A second's pause

a breath - sweet, sweet coffee

held tight and close -

tight and closer...

as I listen to your whispers

on the morning-rise

of rain-swept whimpers

simpering by...

 

Sweet,

sweet coffee...
and not a wonder of the
whys.

Chris

© 2011 Chris


Author's Note

Chris
Tuesday... I could tell

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I'm intrigued with the line,
"of tomorrows' memories-to-be"
This backdoor, implied-type way of showing the gear-like relationship of the past and future, is something that I'm naturally drawn to. I dont feel like I ever really learned about it, it just comes natural for me to say. I wonder if this is a thing all writers or just people all experience and think about.
You are insanely poetic, great write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Because when something is needed to warm the chills, the whys can sink for a few xx

Posted 10 Years Ago


Though I quite disagree with you on the age and strength of the coffee, I otherwise echo this sentiment wholeheartedly. The idea of coffee actually murmuring its promises to the drinker is captivating...

Also, Tuesday seems like an excellent day for coffee if it's necessary to go collect one's thoughts from their situation.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I'm a little worried about your coffee consumption, Chris, though it seems to bring some wonderful poetry out of you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I'm intrigued with the line,
"of tomorrows' memories-to-be"
This backdoor, implied-type way of showing the gear-like relationship of the past and future, is something that I'm naturally drawn to. I dont feel like I ever really learned about it, it just comes natural for me to say. I wonder if this is a thing all writers or just people all experience and think about.
You are insanely poetic, great write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

miss our coffee of a morning?

Posted 12 Years Ago


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The only issue I could possibly have with a poem as good as this, is the fact I don't take sugar in my pots of espresso. It is a superb poem, multilayered and with marvelous and aromatic imagry that opens up the senses and allows the mind to roam of possible stories within the poem. Every time I read you I always find myself asking my I don't read more.

Posted 12 Years Ago


You've boilt a warlocks brew of love!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I really liked this Chris. Can't comment on structure or anything, but I know I read it twice because it made me feel curious and also i could see images as I read this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Nice poem...can't start my day without coffee....

Posted 12 Years Ago


It took me a few reads of this to truly appreciate it, but how could I not like something about coffee. You manged to make the mundane poetic.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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