cold coffee
is the end of my day
i like it sightly milked and
lots of sugar
i savor it slowly
enjoying
the goodness
i dunk in
a day old biscuit
then take a big bite
of my evening's bonne bouche
it is june
the middle of the month
the middle of the year
i gaze out my window
at the soft start
of the evening's rain
beneath a willow next door
a young girl
plays a flute
so soft so slow so sweet
in the distance
thunder rolls
a dog barks
and i
begin to cry
A contest entry
- A cup of coffee by Faithbound.
600 points, ended May 13, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oh for this. Actually, thank you. It is a beautiful piece.
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i savior it slowly
enjoying
the goodness
did you mean to put savor?? -
very comfy
warm kool ,and inviting
deserves praise
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excellent~
This involves all the scents...
And also rich in imagery as well
Best of luck in the contest
and nice to meet you asw well
One of my first reads of yours
A winner in my book once again...love the imagery as well
Hugs
Susan~~~
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Cry not...the sun will shine tomorrow...
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Oh well done! You painted a wonderful picture here with sight, taste, sound and emotion. Such a sad ending!
Love,
Amera♥
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