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