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coffee grounds
by Mary Ellen SmithI hear the final gurglings of the coffeemaker.
the sun is already steaming its way into the room
a kind of gurgling of its own.
another hot day has begun.
and it just seems like the dawning
has had way too much starbucks or something. 08/18/2007 Author's Note: oh sheesh....when is summer going to end....
Posted on 08/18/2007
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Pall Kvaran on 08/18/07 at 03:09 PM hehe, gave me a smile :) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/18/07 at 06:17 PM the sun gurgling... what an image! Starbucks doesn't hold a candle (or should I say a pot) to your brew. Delightful piece. But my taste buds tingle and my nose is yearning now. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/19/07 at 12:10 PM LOL!! I can smell the coffee and feel the early morning sun! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/19/07 at 02:20 PM We'll need to have a chat with Mother Nature about this, you know...
;) |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 08/20/07 at 05:22 PM nice one ;o) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/21/07 at 11:07 AM I worship the very grounds this poem walks. I adore this poem Mary Ellen simply on the grounds that you wrote it. And it was quite a lovely sip this was, good to the last droplet. |
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