Dregs in my cup
Dance strange patterns
Is there a wiccan future
Lurking in there
I wonder
I can only see
Tales of joy long gone
And yet I hear the
Grinder and
The aroma of roasted beans
Reach me
I can see the future through
Dregs in my cups
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Dregs in my cup
Dance strange patterns
Is there a wiccan future
Lurking in there
I wonder
I can only see
Tales of joy long gone
And yet I hear the
Grinder and
The aroma of roasted beans
Reach me
I can see the future through
Dregs in my cups
Reminds me of Divination lessons in HP 😀
Jokes apart, a good poem 👍
Simple words carry so much meaning. It reminds me of J.M. Barrie’s quip.
” Life, …, is a tea cup. The faster you drink, faster you reach the dregs.”