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A Cup of Coffee
by Ken HarnischSometimes, when I conjure up
Your name
And all the poems that
Travel in its wake
I bring myself to a moment
That frames memories of
A diner and a steel gray afternoon
And divines, again, a kiss
The cup of coffee we shared across
The tabletop escapes my memory
For taste and sustenance
The conversation remains
In stops and starts
Whose lovely particles
I yet sift through
When I think of you
The kiss is still alive, and still divine
And dancing in the ballroom
Of a wistful mind
Is the wondering
If one day
We might share a second cup.
11/07/2008 Posted on 11/07/2008
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 11/08/08 at 12:16 AM I am enchanted travelling in the aroma of such a cup of conversation. How beautiful the way you have threaded thoughts and memories, Ken ... one would wish that you be granted to share a second cup...*m.a |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 11/08/08 at 04:34 AM I love coffee, and I love this poem! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/08/08 at 04:54 AM Coffee with sugar....CharMin |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/08/08 at 09:15 AM Rather then coffee I would crave a second kiss.
Beautiful! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/08/08 at 10:33 PM Thanks so much for sharing this Ken. Strongly reminds me of someone I too once knew. |
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