Just Fine

Another Sunday morn

Another time to yawn

My favorite time of week

To take the time to speak

And find the time to rhyme

The coffee's only dregs in cups

The empty pot is clean

I simply dream of buttercups

In peeks of Springs that's been

The sun is bright

We slept the night 

She's dressing now and clean

The steak and eggs 

Refried mash and beans

with onions and garlic

And crunchy bits of fat

are settling as I contemplate another 

chocolate high

As you can see I gave up rhyme

again but I'll get by.

Reviews

[Sel Whiteley]

Brilliant! I just adore the quirkiness of your poetry, the way you can assert such control and then break it! You draw such a vivid scene of breakfast time and you made me laugh!!!

[Sarah Redigan]

very cute i like it

[Deandra Dawn]

:) I like it....and I do like that the rhyming stopped...kept me reading too

[Bare trees]

A very entertaining poem. Liked it a bunch.

[Ken Simm.]

The odours of getting up in the morning and getting by. Wonderful.

[*** Hey Jude***]

Get by, not doubt, and then some you do! I am a "fly on the wall" it seems as I read this prose. I "feel" the 'atmosphere you describe so vividly. Tender moments cherished. ~ Jude :-)

[Emily B]

i gave up rhyme a long time ago, or it gave me up

[...]

. ah ... a beautiful sunday morning poem ...
. "chocolate high" is a fabulous expression ... the best high ...

[Leslie Philibert]

Witty,well observed poem, like especially the last lines.

[Ed Hart]

wonderful, old man...i see we both got up on the same side of spring