Black coffee
swirling in my cup.
Alone,
blankets pulled tight,
hands wrapped,
seeking warmth.
This bitter brew,
rapidly becoming cold,
poor substitute
for rich indulgence,
sweet honey and cream.
Author notes
Prompt Black coffee/picture
A contest entry
- black coffee in bed by Saffron.
1000 points, ended August 24, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This reminds me of a cold winter morning, when I don't want to get out of bed and would rather stay under the covers and keep warm--thank you for writing this for the contest.
Saffron
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Well done Michele! You've captured the feeling and emotions of this in a succinct but beautiful write...
Excellent!
Ken
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uhh, ;-) feels like home with cold
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This is a rich indulgence here, can almost smell the brew wafting as you read it. Nice write. Love, C
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