Coffee
Strong scented with bitter
Undercoatings covering
My now warm tongue
My mind slowly wakens
The scent draws me
Inhaling deeply into my belly
Inviting memories of years
Upon years ago
Dream like
Wary
Reflective
I take another sipOf Coffee
posted by Anonymous @ 9:42 AM
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Synchronicity Strikes AGAIN! Julie, I am in the middle of writing a poem about this same subject - not coffee, but smells linked to memories. I took a break and came over here to see what was new. I don't even know why I'm surprised by synchronicity any more, they seems to happen more than they don't these days.
This is a deep, delicious poem. Delicious in that it is so very real. The reader knows exactly what you are talking about and even if they aren't writing a poem about the same subject at that particular moment (!) this poem will send every one who reads it into the past where they will be momentarily haunted by the smell of coffee - or fresh cut grass - or pine woods - or PEACHES.
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