god-forbid,
if they stop the world, we'll
start it again -- just
a stone's throw from
Columbia.
if we were to polish
each other's
reflections,
cleanly woven
mahogany abrasions
striking the senses
with a wail --
were we ever to converse
in decaf, there'd be
more world than we could drink.
Author notes
In real life, I drink my coffee with eight sugars.
In my poetry, I'm slightly more artistic than that.
A contest entry
- cafe confessions by FindingFate.
425 points, ended April 4, 2007, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I can relate to this as I am also a sugar addict and need more sugar than coffee to get me through the day.I very much enjoyed the panache that shines through this poem. It has a healthy twang of caffeine to strengthen the mahogany taint of Columbian decaf
Nice write, 
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i enjoyed this much.
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I love your words in this poem. Honest and conversational, yet drenched in the sugary coffee of poetry. It tastes so good.
"just / a stone's throw from / Columbia" - awesomeness.
Luck for the contest.
DancingRed.
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