A Breakfast Of What-ifs

heartbeats are rarely fickle things

staccato rhythms pointing to

the truth of a thing

faster than your brain can muddle through

reminding you as you eat

processed cheese slices on toast

(previously cello-wrapped)

and drink your milky sweet tea

which tastes of other places,

and yet also of home,

that perhaps the mundane

can still hold a sense of wonder

Reviews

[Nathan HUelsbeck]

i fell in love with this the first time i read it back then, still amazes me... you give such simple acts and amazing beauty, i am in awe always with you.

[Periac]

now....within my eccentric thought processes I took this into the umbrella of perversion with its references as well as isolation....also within its title all point me into the direction of the morning after a bad decision...;)......or I may be way off....which is the beauty of your poetry

[R.D.Scott]

When I saw the title of this piece, I thought wow must read this. But I found it a little to brief, the title says more than the piece itself. I just wonder if you had more on your mind when you wrote this but didnt put it in.

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Good write. What shall I eat for breakfast today? lol. The poem was clever and quite funny and well written.
Excellent read!

[Silvario]

a very sweet and pleasing to read piece.

it put a smile on my face

well done indeed :)

[Wildfleour]

Indeed, Jenniewren, indeed.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Another of your wondrous little poems.

Very nicely done over a cup of tea.

And, a slice of velveeta on toast
perhaps.

Great construction.

My rating ----- 100 %

----- Eagle Cruagh