Harlequin Rose

Dream Coffee

The taste lay on my lips like a song
and leaves my tongue tingling with foreign fantasies
motionless, emotionless
caught speechless in the miracle
and so the literal dissolves
and I awaken
all else is failure of imagination
I know it so well
one sip and I am left to self destruct
another bottomless coffee cup
with a story to tell.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 9, 2009

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Comments about Dream Coffee by Harlequin Rose

  • Scorpio Virgo (1/26/2010 9:41:00 PM)

    I like it. I have quickly become a fan of your work.

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  • Inner Whispers (8/9/2009 5:23:00 PM)

    hmn...i love to dream while sipping coffee! ha ha! Good morning, dear poet friend!

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