Quiet Morning Ponder

Somewhere in a forest,

A brick house listens carefully

To a quiet morning ponder

 

Fragrances of dark coffee,

Steam wafts through the crisp air

A pleasure veiled in uncertainty

 

Examining a tainted friendship,

A union of unstable differences,

The regret in an embrace;

 

Hands grasp heavy porcelain

Foam whirls in an aging black,

Giving way to a reflection

 

A somber face in bleak attire,

Reminiscing on the past,

As a wavering shadow.

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

In the peaceful dawn, a memory of darkness... This is such a vivid and intense piece. Well done!

[wynn]

Thanks for the review!

[Rogue]

I am not a coffee drinker. But, I appreciate the lovely way you have with words and phrasing. They seem very delicately placed on the page on a beautiful pattern. :)

[wynn]

Thanks Rogue! :)

[Frieda P]

I love when an inanimate object comes alive and takes on a personality, read with my coffee and enjoyed it immensely, it's like a warm cuppa on the page. You won me over with the pic. ;-)

[wynn]

Thanks for the review Frieda :)

[Frieda P]

My pleasure hyottoko, misspelled your name twice, must be too much coffee. :-)