Before I drink my coffee

dorothv

before I drink my coffee

I can smell its scent 

I know

you're probably in the kitchen

making your favorite toasts

 

I can hear the dripping

the fume pervades the air

 

are you still at home?

or have you already gone?

 

it drips and drips

the cat 

has spilled the milk

 

 

  • Author: dorothv (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2021 07:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: "It's no use crying over spilled milk" - the nature of relationships
  • Category: Forgiveness
  • Views: 54
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  • Goldfinch60

    Intriguing words Dorethv, leaves one thinking, which is good.

    Welcome to MPS.

  • L. B. Mek

    Brilliant!
    (I look forward to learning from you, dear Poet
    thank you for choosing to share)

    • dorothv

      Very nice to hear(read) it 🙂



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