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Coffeehouse Thought #4
by Sarah Graves
When my hair is a mess,
And I cant fit into this dress.
When I cant think of what to write,
And these words seem like a useless plight.
When I think of eternity,
And I cant comprehend how much it scares me.
When I know that I can achieve,
But habitually take leave.
When Im tired of writing poetry,
And dont care about rhyme scheme or symmetry.
I drink coffee.
05/21/2007 Posted on 05/22/2007
Copyright © 2024 Sarah Graves
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 05/22/07 at 05:36 AM You had me smiling all the way through this...even in the centerpiece where the bottom almost falls out of the ("eternity") cup--I know those moments...and the solution is just--so perfect--(coffee)--Bach wrote a whole cantata about it too. |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 05/22/07 at 06:53 PM i know the feeling well [with the exception of the not fitting into dresses part]. when faced with it i used to go out on buses. i'm not sure what i do now, if anything.
great stuff. |
| Posted by John Nivel on 05/22/07 at 10:50 PM You could send the poem to the CEO of Starbucks as an opinion on the value of coffee? |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 05/25/07 at 07:04 AM lol. love it |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 05/25/07 at 08:25 PM ....yeah, coffee. |
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