A False God (repost)
I find salvation each morning
In that first cup of coffee
No matter my sins from the night before
There is a promise rising
From that warm mug
That pulls me close, gathers me
Plays with me and offers
More time, more energy, more
But then I have consumed it
Nothing remains
But the porcelain at the bottom
Barely coated and cold
By the time I pour that second serving
The potential has faded
And only my habit remains
–A.R.
Photograph by Nick Knight
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This is such a unique poem. I love the formatting and the emotion in the thoughtful word choice. Inspiring for my own literary blog!
I am so glad that you enjoyed it. It is one of my older ones. Occasionally I repost them for new readers. Thank you for reading and for the wonderful comment.
who said ‘one more cup of coffee ‘fore I go … to the valley below’?
Are you being rhetorical? You must know that is Bob Dylan. 🙂
corrrect! Just testing. OK who said ‘I’ve made some breakfast and coffee’?
Now that one I had to look up, odd because I love David Bowie…but didn’t know that one. I do love a little Ziggy Stardust in the morning.
I didn’t know you took stardust in your coffee!
OK; I can’t stop now, I’m addicted too; ‘Coyote’s in the coffee shop’?
Love it, “all the strangers came today and it looks as though they’re here to stay.”
they woke up and smelt the coffee
I guess that false god calls me AND them…it is just a matter of who gets to the pot first. 😀