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breakfast.


awkward fumbling of forks
and a watery spoon hitting the side
of your cup.

mist from the six o clock coffee
warms your face

you stare into your cup, as if
you are reading a fortune.


and i want to reach out across
the empty table

upset the coffee and kiss you


except the white tablecloth is
smudged with coffee stains, anyway.


kisses stopped working
and now nothing does anymore,

so i get up and leave you to read
our fortunes.

Author notes


coffee stains that tell stories.

guess who.

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  • Beauty Of Silence
    October 31, 2008

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    CHARU!!! duuuh, coz wee told me today in the morning. hehe but even if she didn't i would have recognized this to be your poem. typical charu style. lol, and the "guess who" lets the bat out of basket (originated from "let the cat out the blanket")

    nvm.

    lets move on with your poem. this is a really creative write. and indeed, that coffe stain tells your life story. hahas anyhoo... this is an awesome write, as always! your imagery was very tight. your superly awesome-i-fied brilliant descriptive words painted so many pictures in mind. your last stanza added a touch of sorrow to this poem... WHY DID YOU NOT KISS HIM/ HER(omgosh, pls tell me its not a "her", i'd be very disturbed) awesome write tho. keep pening, and best wishes! oh and yeaps, thanks for the entry (i'd have killed u if u didnt enter soon enough)

    ~RANJI THE GREAT!!!

  • goalsv
    October 30, 2008

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    Very good and elaborate. A wonderful discription of those early mornings with the coffe cup. That early morning feeling is there perfectly.


  • Errant Panther
    October 30, 2008
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    oops forgot the clappies

  • Errant Panther
    October 30, 2008

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    Interesting piece about a love that has become as mundane as the morning breakfast before joining the rat race of the journey to work. sometimes it takes a step back to be able to do some self reflection and to ignite passion for living once more.
    You have been just been read by a member of Panthers Poetic Patriciate, here is the link should you wish to check us out http://allpoetry.com/group/show/Panthers+Poetic+Patriciate