Kellie Parks Poet Free verse

Coffee

I wake up a little groggy

the nights, especially, are difficult for me

I didnt get a whole lot of sleep

I wander my way wearily into the kitchen 

and reach my beloved coffee pot

The countertop around me has small circular brown stains.. each one containing a memory

Reminding me how it used to be

I blink the heartache from my eyes and go about my morning ritual

The sunshine pours through the window 

and the warmth sinks into my bones

I get lost in my thoughts Til’ the lush and irresistible aroma pulls me back to reality 

I pour myself a steaming hot cup of temporary happiness

I quietly sip away at all of my broken memories

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Sam Kauffman August 28, 2023 at 2:07 PM Hi Kellie, you have written a wonderful metaphor in your "brown circles" for memories. Such good imagery. Thank you for sharing your morning ritual. Blessings to you.

Darlene De Beaulieu August 22, 2023 at 3:48 PM Hello Kellie parker, that cup of coffee before bed time will keep you awake all night long. Those broken memories will hut awhile. enjoy your evening my friend.