Comfort-satisfaction steam-feathers my mind;
my mug has this aura, a soul -
a presence that, when I see this crafted, ergonomic beauty,
I enjoy pre-consumptive, pre-experiential, pre-appreciative mind-flutters,
I feel the blood-tingle, the brain sparkle,
the caffeine induced dull-relief sharpened clarity.
My mug. I feel you. I would love you.
Had I not shattered you upon my floor.
<Deleted User> (19421)
Tue 19th Jun 2018 07:30
Great poem, love the ending.
I raise a mug of coffee to you!
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Thanks Colin - the ending surprised me, too!
<Deleted User> (13762)
Mon 18th Jun 2018 09:19
I love a poem with an unexpected ending and this delivers perfectly Rich. Thanks for posting. Col.
Hi Martin - thank you for such a great comment! I'm really grateful, and pleased you liked the poem. thank you.?
And Brian - yes, I'm the same - loads of mugs but just a few particular ones that do the business. For some reason, they just work.
<Deleted User> (18980)
Sun 17th Jun 2018 19:44
We have about 20 everyday cups and mugs in our cupboard of which, given the choice, I select 4 or 5.
so many beautiful words used almost effortlessly in a wonderful poem.
Love it
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Rich
Tue 19th Jun 2018 19:36
Thanks Darren, much appreciated - I hope the coffee is good!?