Coffee Soft

We are restored …

Like children of bloom 

The rooms made loud again

The walls awakened

Pouring of laughter 

No more the absence of silhouette

Some nights I walk in emptiness

A stranger on a slow and moth filled page

Other nights I am absorbed

The urgency of darkness within you

My love impending

Loneliness exceeds, by far the will of solitude

Coffee soft lovers we soon are made of this

Such fragrant friends

And clouds turned beards, growing thicker

By soul 

Greater than our needs

This sudden urgency

As here is a house made home again…

 

Here, as if an ember resurrect and

A crackle from wattage breaks the air with a kiss of electrons

Bugs too swirl as they cluster

The warm debris of glow

 A wonder I imbibe the greater joy of this

To feel our broken world

Made whole again

And God at play in this

purpose

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Just how I like my coffee these days, black with a shot of whiskey!

[Perdition]

Now THAT actually sounds pretty damn good right about now...Thanks Queenie~

[Alisa Js]

This one is so beautifully written.

If only....

*sigh*

[Alisa Js]

Point of clarification...

The words in your poem spoke to a special place in my heart and soul... one that I can totally relate to is what I meant by my comments.

Now, only if I could write something significant again...

One can only hope..

Wishing you well.

[Matching Socks]

Rich imagery. A crackle from wattage... Love that whole line. I can almost hear it too.

[Perdition]

Hi Ana, the wattage was my favorite as well. Thank you so much for the input~