Over Coffee

Just scribbled thoughts.

I hashed out the answers over coffee

Letting them percolate silently,

And the empty ashtray stayed clean

But for one neglected white stub of ash-

While the poorly installed ceiling fan

Pitched and wobbled violently

I watched the last roach scurry away

 

The answers... the coffee... too cold,

Not fresh enough to be tepid,

That foggy lukewarm Monday afternoon-

Just I, the last pale, abandoned ash

Pitching and wobbling with the stillness

While memory's stench was fetid

I watched the light dim, scurrying away

 

Yet, when night fell, my dreams awoke me...

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chad Halle]

i dig this! very descriptive, personal, and honest. couldn't ask for more.

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Felt like I was sitting right there with you. I could see the roach scurring away, the lone ash in the ash tray and the coffee in your hand. I imagine you sitting in an old housecoat, with an old rag tied on your head. Very well written and descriptive.

[C.T. Bailey]

Pretty neat write C. It wasn't until after I finished reading that I had realized how cleverly you had built the rhyme structure. Vivid images...I could hear the humm and drone of the ceiling fan. Very nice,
Todd

[Leah]

Tahat's Awesome!! i loved the way it ended