DocAndersen
becoming one with
the ceramic edges to pour myself
into the orange
and spreading
but not spilling. Never spill
i slowly absorb the end of the cup
the parts of me
separate no more
the cup and I one.
Orange is the dream of
late night
and today basking
the falling rays
that cannot get up
but bounce
off the surface of me
the cup
I am the cup.
I wonder now, what I will become.
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Do you ever just watch your coffee?
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Yes
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No
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Great song. I like hot coffee so I don’t watch it for long
i suspect i watch mine far too long!
I have cups of warm water through the day and my cup has some Egyptian drawing on it .. i sometimes wonder if the Pharaohs would be offended by my sipping away from it. Cool poem. Yes the cup does becomes an extension of you.
this is very true it becomes more.
I like the idea of having a cup with Egyptian drawings. mine just has the company logo of the company that gave me the cup!
Beautiful Poem , thanks for sharing
Thanks. I am glad you found some value in it.
It is tea for me and yes am particular about what I pour it in.
Nice poem.
The orange cup dragged me in!
I use the same cup every day (washed every night of course)!
Super poem. I don’t contemplate my coffee.
something about that orange cup drew me in…
I drink my coffee pretty quickly as I like it hot. Great poem by the way.
I actually have tried cold brew recently, I was shocked because I like my coffee hot. Cold-brew isn’t bad.