"The Coffee Cup Was Empty...

ä Monday morning kinda thought

"The Coffee Cup Was Empty..."

 

Sometimes I wonder if my pen creaks

as I scribble a should have been forgotten

thought... and then

the chair creaks as I set the pen down.

The journal creaks as I close it and

bind the covers.

The floor creaks as I stand

and step away from the desk.

 

Life is about adjusting to existence

not existence adjusting to life.

I think I'll write that down.

 

Chris

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

There is something to be said for a loss of hearing
Then again.. what about the birds
Trade off's .. exchanges.. settlings
I am glad you wrote it down

We are still us inside
Wanting to play with a ball, jump rope..dance
Aging happens, to every thing, and being
Oil can.. Oil can please
I've so much more to be..

Me

[Chris]

Good thoughts - thanks Jazz

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

You are welcome Chris .. always

[olla]

bourbon and a can of 3 in 1....

[Chris]

Depending on the time of day - 3-in-1 sounds about right ...neat, of course

[olla]

chuckling here..

[Frieda P]

I think you just did, lots of creaking going on, just a reminder of life and it's little implications to keep us alert, nice one Chris.

[sharonlee]

The creaks seem to get louder, don't they... but thoughts still flow. x

[Holly Mason]

like it much...
like the creaks
your last thought can be digested in many ways...I am glad you wrote it down
thank you fine friend sir..for sharing... creak...my keyboard

[Emily B]

There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
Vincent Van Gogh

[Chris]

Sigh, that was a good observation he made. Thanks Em.

[Emily B]

i am still thankful for the blaze that keeps me warm on those freezing nights