"The Coffee Cup Was Empty...

"The Coffee Cup Was Empty...

A Poem by Chris
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ä Monday morning kinda thought

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"The Coffee Cup Was Empty..."

 

Sometimes I wonder if my pen creaks

as I scribble a should have been forgotten

thought... and then

the chair creaks as I set the pen down.

The journal creaks as I close it and

bind the covers.

The floor creaks as I stand

and step away from the desk.

 

Life is about adjusting to existence

not existence adjusting to life.

I think I'll write that down.

 

Chris

© 2013 Chris


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Totally awesome man, i love the stanza at the end. So true, life is about adjusting to existence.


Posted 10 Years Ago


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I really enjoyed the message of your poem,Chris. I have always said that life is about being able to adapt to your experiences. Great job.


Cord

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

Cord, its been too long... thanks and it really is good seeing you.
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10 Years Ago

You too,Chris.
That's for Damn sure brother.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

always good seeing you...
well penned. a thought writers go through loads of times.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

Welcome to WC and thanks for the thoughts and pause.
last few lines're well penned. Life's short and time's limited to us, we've to live without hate and a cup of tea or coffee always brings some peace in rainy days if we got one book in a hand...
lovely write, liked this imaginary. Ii'd love to read your some more writes that's taken from your life.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

I appreciate your thoughts... perhaps I have others here that would fit your mood... you are welcome.. read more
I once looked back from four directions, (no not at the same time) to one spot, but it looked so much better when I stood on the mountain, quiet , just god and I. swami interesting .......

Posted 10 Years Ago


Life is about adjusting to existence
not existence adjusting to life.

words to live by my friend...

words to live by.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Life is about being malleable...about bending instead of breaking. So often, we are so rigid in our thinking and actions (i think they call that pride), that we are unable to truly see the beauty in the observations of others and situations in general.

I love the sensory imagery in this one...the creaking of the pen, the chair, the journal, the floor; it is all a creaking of sorts, this scratching out of words that we do. You illuminate with these words.

Posted 10 Years Ago


All those squeaks reminded me of that little oil can the Tin Man always needed, in Oz! ; )

Chris, whenever there's an implication of coffee, you can be sure I'll arrive with bells on. I just loved the feeling this employed, my friend...squeaks and all!


Kelly

Posted 10 Years Ago


and what will creak when you write that last thought down?

does existence creak? or life? or both?

love the pondering here...

we either adjust or we creak , ourselves.

interesting thought process here.

jacob

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

Thanks man, I can agree readily... and still add more thoughts.

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