Tiny bubbles rim my coffee
A mirror of brain froth, it seems.
Questioning the sanctity of heart,
I’ve spent years releasing.
I wonder where the warmth went.
The steady beat of reality.
As overtures echo the balance
of a life I’ve strived to keep.
Where’s the perfect rainbow
or the rain that kissed my face?
I can only see the brilliant mist
serenity forced me to erase.
And there within my coffee
I see faces, young and old.
Mimicking life I would’ve had
before divinity claimed my soul.
I sip greedily from porcelain,
an effort to infuse its heat.
My hands surround the vessel
but the mind does not retreat.
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who even know that coffee could get that deep. wonderful poem. really touching.
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awesome imagery in this one hun...
love how you intertwined life with experiencing a simple cup of java
agreed with the comment below me about the reflection of life...
blessed be
Tasha
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good imagery...a reflection on life. seems to me, everyone shoudl take time to do such a life review. excellent poem. blessed be.
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Such wonderful imagery in this. It was quite a pleasure to read! Thanks for helping me figure this out!
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Wow. This is a wonderfully written poem. It is written as I feel poems are to be written. I lost myself inside of the context of this poem. I imagined the coffee, the taste of the almond or such in it.. and the cold weather outside. It reminded me of something I have been feeling lately. Excellent write.
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Excellent, your words weave beautiful verses of reality to me indeed!
Thanks for sharing, much love.
-Timothy
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It is of the human experience that you so eloquently speak, what is it to grow old if not to fill that cup with memories of times, faces and the moments that we keep ever closer to our hearts.
At times I wonder if there is any purpose to it at all and then from time to time, I see a bird sing happily, a squirell climbing up the tree with a peanut in hand and most of all I feel those familiar emotions that gently stir my heart as my hand does the coffee.
I like it, I like it so!
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Have you come full circle yet? ....looks that way my friend...grown tired of knowing?...tired of seeing?...tired of service?...yeah i get that...a normal family life sounds nice ...i hope your well
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Nice to see you again. I'm ok, perfect as can be eh?
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Gosh~
Teach me how to write I Love when You write in this style~ takes me there and I just go ...
Danggggggg~ could feel every stanza with images that stain the Mind Powerful Voice~ I felt thirsty afterwards wanting to sip greedily
Excellent Beautiful!!
Thank You for sharing Your Talent
Takes out autograph book
Best wishes in all You do
with love & light~ Desire~*~
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There are many mornings my first cup of coffee takes me to places I've been and am going. Your metaphors are very cleverly written with fantastic force of pen and reality. It has been far too long since my last visit. I do hope that all is well with you and yours.
"And there within my coffee
I see faces, young and old.
Mimicking life I would’ve had
before divinity claimed my soul."
That stanza made me sit for a while and reminisce.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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excellent expression
What a powerful write! I can relate to many of these emotions, and think that many will.
I sure am glad I stopped by your page.
Congratulations on the well deserved Gold trophy.
Jeannette
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Wow, what an evocative write, Gypsy. it's amazing and consoling what a cup of coffee can do with our imagination and reminiscence of days gone by.
But the froth of a nice triple plain latte' can cause the brain to mellow and just enjoy what might have been possible... before it was deleted
A super piece, Good luck in the contest
Dee
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Interesting.....
Hmmm.....how the mind can wander when holding a warm cup cupped betwixt the hands. Great moments of the mind captured here - how a moment in time can inspire!
Well done dear.
Love & Blessings,
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this beautifully written i dont think i took a breath while i read it
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Life is interesting when it is not yours to live.
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brain froth - lol that's my beach. if you are looking for reality i thionk i saw him near the burger bar, he was talking to some shady looking copper like person. ah reflections, in cups like here in your poem or windows or in eyelids, they never tell the whole truth, we lkose a little everyday so those times become distorted. a good poem
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I've seen tempests in my tea cup before as well too. Sort of melancholic for what's been missed maybe. But finding divinity's peace adds to the longivity of life's experences too though. I really got into this. It's a masterful deep piece for sure.
And seemed to spill out so effortlessly.I likey!
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wow the stuff in your coffee, just milk and sugar in mine
Its seems to me when you look into a muddy pool you cant see to clearly. I'm sure life would seem much better looking into a sparkling glass of wine. I have found it causes people to enter more than delete this was entertaining and really well thought out pondering life while sucking down coffee full of retrospective analysis and cheaper than a shrink
Paul
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Nicely Penned. You keep the reader thinking, and you took the prompt well. The flow of this was nice, and enjoyed the different word choices. The imagery was excellent as well. Thanks for taking time to enter and good luck.
Josh
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Good take on the prompt. Gives me the feeling of looking back on some sort of crazy situation, not knowing what to do but pressing forward...
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OH, deep, loved it, Iloved the way you rhymed sometimes and the other times you left for us to fill in and guess. What an interesting image and unique in ut's theme. Loved and definately will keep an eye on your work in the future. well done
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You put some thought into this and it hold together well.
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Very Good Gypse. Comteplative, good metaphor and great rhyme with good rythm. you did a great job. good luck in the contest.
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