Poem: Fog
The poem below is inspired by this photo from Rinus Van de Melkwegboer.
I'm lying here for days.
No interest in getting up, nowhere to go.
Nobody, somebody to call or talk to.
After a nice cuppa - it will be fine.
The water is boiling.
The light goes out on the kettle.
Aah coffee, black.
It steams - smells so good.
It disappears.
Thoughts are worthless.
Eyes open, right, left -
I get up.
Groggy but walking.
Yes, coffee must succeed now.
Now I see it, fog.
It's outside, of course.
Damned coffee junkies :D
Lol - causes fog or clears fog?
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This is a fine poem, Momo. I love how you used coffee to symbolize the fog. You write beautifully well.
Aww thank you. You got it. Lots happening in this poem.😀
What else is happening there? I'll like to know.
I will leave it up to your imagination.
Not a bad decision. Lol
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STOPI like ittt