Hello, I’ve returned! 🙂
Today, I have another spectacular poem that I wrote before one of my classes began today. (I arrive at most of my classes early ….)
Anyways, just for the record.
- Yes, I walk fast.
- Yes, I drink a lot of coffee.
- No, I didn’t run into anyone and spill my coffee.
It’s all … a metaphor. Because, that’s how you do poetry.
It’s Just a Cup of Coffee
Shaking hands can barely
hold a five dollar
cup of coffee. Drips spill
from a paper lid. A burned tongue
to go with purple eyed stamps
of exhaustion. Is this a test?
Is there a
Test Today? Pick up speed—
walking faster now. Determination
is a thing that can kill.
Fingers tighten around a burning
cup, steam tickles nose as
the cup lifts for a drink.
But two shoulders collide
Instead and the coffee
I hope you found your own meaning in this poem, because that’s what I wanted you to do. ❤
Thank you so much for reading! I’ll have another poem next week!
Have a lovely day, you lovely reader, you!