Caffeinated Capabilities

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It kills me
Kills me
That I let such pale promises
Over-ride my synaptic sensibility
Letting this train wreck
Leave me maudlin and maddened
When it should have set me free

It kills me that for
Time that shall go uncounted
I sipped from cups of sweet tea
When I’m a sporadic coffee bean queen
Who rests her laurels on pads of paper
Wet with scrawls of ink

It’s like I was super-sizing my fries
At a time when salads suited better
The needs of my soul and my sanity
Like I regurgitated reality
For the intake of fancy free fantasy

And there I was,
Engaging in an Earl-grey fray
When my java jazz has been here
In front of me
My favorite café, right time of day
And I could have just poured the cream.

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Go for that magical elixir and let someone else drink the damn tea.

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Go for that magical elixir and let someone else drink the damn tea.

perksperksover 19 years ago
perkspective

My comments on your poem are on the new poems thread in the poetry forum. I did not use the thermometer for rating.

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
mm-mmm

There are so many good lines in this poem and some great alliteration. It reads well aloud and deserves several go-throughs. Good 'un Eummie!

:Note: I no longer use the thermometer.

Maria2394Maria2394over 19 years ago
love this part

It kills me that for

Time that shall go uncounted

I sipped from cups of sweet tea

When I?m a sporadic coffee bean queen

Who rests her laurels on pads of paper

Wet with scrawls of ink

that last line especially just seems to define you at that moment. wonderful smooth read that is contemplative and determined. I enjoyed this very much :)

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