Cobalt
On the quartz countertop that sparkles when the
sun glances at it, sits my substantial blue mug
I am endeared too. It is cobalt and it
harkens me. He’s hefty with thick white speckles'
almost like glitter. Before my eyelids fully lift, he
whispers to me and no other mug will suffice.
He is dependable, always on the shelf. Serving me
every morning when shadows dissipate. I place dry
lips on his smooth rim and breathe in the thick aroma
of south America’s harvest. One purpose, one mission,
to offer a drink. He is filled and fulfilled. He holds and
is held.
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Drinking coffee from a special cobalt mug.
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Katie this should be familiar to many, in that often we have a favorite mug, cup that is part of our ritual. So nicely described this poem tells its tale in most poetic form. Could this be a metaphor as well of a person that we hold dear?
Yes that was the intention thank you for seeing that and thank you for your kind words. How do I edit the poem?
You are most welcome Katie. Clik on the image you selected at the top of the poem then click on the box that comes up that says edit image and the page will open up with the poem. make the correction and go to the bottom and save
Your revolves around a cobalt blue mug, which serves as a metaphor for reliability and comfort. The mug represents a daily ritual of enjoying coffee or tea, symbolizing the warmth and connection found in simple, everyday moments.I enjoy my coffee the same way.
Thank you for sharing what you take away from my poems. You are very astute.
Thank you!!!
Nothing like having coffee out of a special mug. Well done, my friend! Perfectly, expressed. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for your kind words!
You are most welcome, Katie! I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
We all have those special mugs to drink from Katie, mime was given to me by my Mary. Good write.
Andy
Yees we do. Thank you so very much for your kindness.
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