Evening clouds play iridescent
notes
homeward birds drew
ellipses,
punctuation s, of
unwritten poetry,
on a vast sky.
on a vast sky.
An aroma fills all
nostalgic memory;
creamy white coffee steaming
in
my red and white
floral cup,
softening nerves with
each sip
and my notepad fills with
warm words—
steaming coffee and vagabond
thoughts.
tweetspeak January prompt
Aha...Coffee houses are birthplaces of literature. They have been since the first poet drank his first coffee at the first ever café...Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely...
ReplyDelete"softening nerves with each sip
and my notepad fills with
warm words"
It made me go for a cup of coffee!
This is fantastic!! It puts my coffee poem to shame. lol So glad you wrote one!
ReplyDeleteActually you inspired me.... Yours is such a poetic one, layered with thoughts... Thank you so much... :-)
DeleteA coffee is what I need when I am down and out :-)
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