Chimnese Davids

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Chimnese Davids is an accounts clerk she has been a part of many online writing websites as an official of two poetry communities, Jingle Poetry & Gooseberry Gardens. She has been published in two anthologies, Step Into My Shoes & Love in Creativity. She lives in Cape Town, South Africa. Writing has always been my passion since I was a little girl, listening to my grandmother, as she would tell me stories of her childhood, I would sit and listen intensively. I guess you can say I was a bit home bound, my books and my grandmother was where you would always find me. My space for me as long as I can recall was 'with her nose in her book' as my gran replied. I post most of my poetry that’s currently on my author blog at Allpoetry.com. In the past year I have had poetry published on an online magazine, AllthingsGirl. Where they published my poem, Raising Daughters. In June 2011 I was one of the contributors towards a poetry anthology Step Into My Shoes with jafansta publications.)

The Best Poem Of Chimnese Davids

A Bittersweet Coffee Taste

Caffeine is the flavor of my morning
the flavor I love tasting on your tongue
each morning watching us hold our cups
in our hands as you smile this radiance
of hope filled devotion for me,

but coffee oh bittersweet coffee taste
in my mouth since you have left
it's all I am tasting the aroma of the
chocolate velvety taste upon
my tongue feels different these days
walking in the morning with a cup
in hand I no longer feel the smile crest
upon my lips as coffee becomes more
more haunting with each passing day.

A writer needs her caffeine filled morning
or how would she be able to function
now that you are gone from her life,
surrendering my love for you and
only you as days get bittersweet

no melodramatic arguments
between lovers throughout the day
surpassing the moments that we've just walked up
to each other holding hands
your hand fitted with mine.

My ring upon your finger would
have been magnificent on this
Valentines morning waking up alone
without my smile is something
a bittersweet coffee taste would be.

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