Morning Coffee. A Poem.

Whorls of heat haze fumigate the air,

an ocean of dark and broiling depths

mirroring a bleak and surly heart.

Your lidless eye reflects the scorn,

a barely bitter taste that lingers

like cyanide clarity on the tongue.

Oracle of peerless enlightenment,

an uncaring nurturer, soon gone.

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Mairi says:

April 29, 2018 at 2:14 pm

Deep my friend, deep…:)

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1. stevestillstanding says:
  
  April 29, 2018 at 2:28 pm
  
  Thank you, Mairi! Coffee is my friend lol 😉
  
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kentucky55 says:

August 11, 2018 at 5:19 am

Nice poem, I love coffee so I wrote a humorous poem about coffee.

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1. stevestillstanding says:
  
  August 11, 2018 at 7:33 am
  
  Thanks! Coffee makes everything clearer… 😉
  
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