This machine keeps me company
I often walk up to it
I find the drip drip drip musical
The fluffy brown rises
Jiggling, filling my cup
Unconsciously finching, taking a sip
It is bitter sweet and I have a burnt tongue
‘Ther’ are bigger things to consider
But ‘ther’ are smaller ones too
And I am in the midst of all
Am I feeling any different?
The intricate fantasies shock me
I see and feel in slow mo
I am unlucky to recognize this
Maybe I am overthinking
My coffee is finished
The brown drops have left a smile
On the bottom of a writer’s cup
I am lucky enough to notice this.
©️ Divya Venkateswaran
Loved this poem about the writer’s cup and coffee! Love the “drip drip” being musical, and how you explore thoughts induced by coffee, and conclude with “a smile/
On the bottom of a writer’s cup.” Thanks for sharing this!
Thank you so much. Glad you liked it and resonated with it.