Smell of coffee in the morning,
wandering in sleepy thoughts.
Early mornings are my torment,
unfortunate events force my rising.
Open one eye very slowly,
the other one is plastered shut.
Dimmed in mist is my brain,
nothing up there really working.
Slowly slowly starts the engine,
after copious amounts of coffee.
Takes it time but I am woken,
and slouch to a new morning.
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Oh this is so exquisitely written.. I loved the last lines-
Slowly slowly starts the engine,
after copious amounts of coffee.
Takes it time but I am woken,
and slouch to a new morning.
Thanx for sharing.. -
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Thank you for your comment. I'm glad you liked the poem.
I do not know how I could survive without coffee...it is my "Nectar of life".
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