The Nirvana of MorningA Poem by Kelly ScheppersThe nirvana Of morning
Please don’t speak until the stirring of a rounded teaspoon can be heard…
at least not until the circumference of a cup greets the finely granulated crystals of sugar, and the fluidity of cream…
not a moment before my tongue is sated and the sun peers into my cataleptic
consciousness,
and I am methodically awakened
by the nirvana of
morning. © 2016 Kelly ScheppersReviews
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StatsAuthorKelly ScheppersSan Diego, CAAboutI was never a pearl kind of girl... always wore jeans with holes in the knees. more..Writing
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