eight cups of coffee measure the day

late afternoon sun

 

eight cups of coffee measure the day
lined up on the table among the newspapers and magazine clippings
i sat endlessly flipping between sips
not sure what I was looking for
except to find maniacal comfort in the glossy pages and
frankenstein faces plastered there
and then the ripping –
pages torn out for a word, a look, a leaf, a colour
in precarious piles at my feet
i should find an envelope for them
a sleek, simple place to put this chaos
i should stop the coffee pot from boiling over
leaving garish brown stains across the stove again
i should drink more water
i should remember to eat
i should go for a walk
i should…
Wait – another crystalline sky reflected in a still lake
azure, emerald, diamond
know thy self,
be,
freedom
love
love
me

~

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2 Replies to “eight cups of coffee measure the day”

  1. 8 cups of coffee measure the day…how simply poetic. I have just started to read your past writings and am enjoying the simple poems you write. I have to do this slowly as to haste through would be to dilute the essence and joy of reading them.

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