One lump, or two?

The coffee spilled

on the floor

either you don’t care

or you just didn’t notice

either way

                it’s over

saucers shatter every day

  pools of dark brown dreams

swim in between the cracks

of well worn floors

stories of their own

what would wood say

if only floors had mouths

like us

    cream never had a chance

to swirl and dance

play at art

         and mute your color

sugar, so close to spreading

lies like frosting

hiding the bitter

     biting the biter

your reliable mug

no longer coheshive

   entropy emptied -

it’s time to move on

Reviews

[Fernando Pessoa]

You really do paint a magnificent imagery and metaphor of life in flavors and substance. Every line has a poignant dance of light. So well done!

Sheik Abd-al-Kadir: "No one can understand the truth until he drinks of coffee's frothy goodness."

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Such a beautiful metaphor. I have explored a few similar ideas, and I think you have come up with something far better than either of my attempts. I love the idea of loss being personified in such a thing as the breaking of a coffee cup and saucer-- "cream never had a chance/to swirl and dance"--these are wow lines, my friend. I can always count on you for the "wow lines". Well done!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn, i wish i had written this...i can say little more than that...the metaphor is dreamy and creamy...

what would wood say it if had a mouth...all that it has seen and absorbed!

excellent stuff, CM.

[ChemicalMadness]

Can't tell you how many of yours I've read and thought the same...glad I beat you to it this time ;). Thank you for your kind words!

[icelandicblue]

Excellent representation of the death of a relationship. I loved this:

cream never had a chance

to swirl and dance

play at art

and mute your color

What a fabulous image. Great poem.

[ChemicalMadness]

Thanks, ice!