We dress in Sunday’s best
sitting in the front room.
Your helpmeet serves
weak tea
while I fantasize
of rich, dark coffee
The low sun tumbles through
the open window
dazzling, on the glass-topped table
and silver-plated flat-ware
Outside, the dancing
sparkling surface of the lake
draws my gaze
Although I long
for its cool depths
This is for the Real Toads.
Image is The Cup by Adolf de Meyer, 1912. Fair Use Principles
Nice! I would be fantasizing about coffe too. Smiles.
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Hi Mary ~~ My feelings exactly.
Sad, sad now this pretty evening
She’s missed her coffee for the day
(Coffee this late, keep her awake)
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you did the prompt wonderfully… I could visualize the scene through your words
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Thank you TC. I looked for your blog to return the favor, but couldn’t find it.
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Yes, give me coffee… This makes me think the golden years are more gray than sparkle.
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I like the contrasts you are pointed…
Makes me feel like a soft kind of prison.
To be conned by conventions
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I like the way you have worked the contrasts into this poem – it left room for thought.
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