Cold Coffee And Poetry Poem by Matthew Holloway
Cold Coffee And Poetry
An early morning rise
Kettle on, grains in cup
Sleep rubbed from eyes
Phone checked for messages
Water poured, a return to bed
Laptop screen flickers to life
Then that warm familiar site
Poems read and enjoyed
Comments made and replied
Further poems read
The mind becoming
Verse-lay intoxicated
The cup remembered, finally
Cold coffee tasted
Still drink it anyway
Another weekend morning
And the habit it brings
Cold coffee and poetry
The very best of all things
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5/3/2024 2:38:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A typical morning for me. Read my new poem " Mourning"
I'm glad it's not just me then lol