Coffee

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    Over breakfast I had a thought.

    Coffee

    The hot brown stream pours

    into a warmed cup with cream,

    lends its self to vapor curls

    of steady turning spirals

    above the empty breakfast

    with some poison for the cups

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    RHPeat commented on Coffee

    12-07-2010

    The implication of two here is the meat of this poem. You are so subtle Polo. I love the twists here in a love poem. The metaphor gets deeper the more you read it. Nice bit of splendor I must say. A poet friend// RH Peat

    Paolo

    12/07/2010

    It is interesting the differing aspects that people take from this work. The subtlety allows that, I believe. The meat of this work is dense and rife with questions. It is certainly a love poem and with some of the dynamics love can hold, like the hands griped tightly around a cup.

    SEVEN commented on Coffee

    08-13-2010

    I totally saw the picture here,,,,good write,,,,Kudo points for you

    rsalassi commented on Coffee

    07-07-2010

    I am one who has long held the misconception that coffee provides manhood with the necessary nutrients (or poisons) to keep going. Your poem is brief and bouncy, like a good cuppa itself..

    Paolo

    12/07/2010

    In my country it proves the beginning of the day. It fortifies the men and strong women alike.

    knight4696 commented on Coffee

    04-27-2010

    Paolo - I have a couple of vices - but this is my number one. I drink mine iced and Black - no sugar - I am definately hooked., but wouldn't want it any other way! :) Great work my friend! :) Ken

    WordSlinger commented on Coffee

    02-20-2010

    Awesome, a needed verse in the morning of the earth, have another, :) ty WS

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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