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ÂCoffeeÂs OnÂ
by Mary Ellen Smith
rabbit slippers shuffle a morning song.
my eyes are glued shut and like a horse that returns to the barn
I instinctively go to the cupboard where the coffee is waiting.
sun is trying to sneak into the kitchen.
little slivers of it slash across the countertop
razor sharp, it cuts whats left of the night to shreds.
yawn and stretch.
bad idea.
for a moment every bone in my body, locked.
a painful contortion of comedic proportions.
COFFEE
I spoon out the rich dark blend
into its little white paper bed and tuck it gently in.
flip the switch.
uncivilized mornings like this are tamed soon enough.
Coffees on.
06/26/2004 Posted on 06/26/2004
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/26/04 at 04:21 PM An a avowed coffee drinker I really enjoyed this Mary Ellen. Wonderful expresion mounted on crisp images and wry humor. Excellent finish up in those last four lines. One small point, should the last line in the first stanza read go 'to' the cupboard? |
| Posted by Michelle Calhoun on 06/26/04 at 07:03 PM I love your "rabbit" slippers and your morning shuffle. I love how your bring "real" life to poetry so easily. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 06/27/04 at 04:46 PM You nailed the early mornings with this one Mar.
Fun to read....Charlie |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 06/30/04 at 02:49 AM The sun that "cuts whats left of the night to shreds", the coffee that you put "into its little white paper bed and tuck it gently in".... Really wonderful images here and great, amusing description. I'm not a coffee drinker, but you've perfectly conveyed what it does for you in the morning - you've brewed a fine poem here! d:-)
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| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 07/14/04 at 11:12 PM Excellent poem..I felt that stretch and I could smell the coffee, and all of a sudden I felt the urge to scratch...something....congrats on the POTD...well deserved |
| Posted by Michelle Calhoun on 07/15/04 at 03:02 AM Congrats on POTD. A well deserved honor! |
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