"The Coffee Cup Was Empty...

"The Coffee Cup Was Empty...

A Poem by Chris
"

ä Monday morning kinda thought

"

"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


Author's Note

Chris
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There is something to be said for a loss of hearing
Then again.. what about the birds
Trade off's .. exchanges.. settlings
I am glad you wrote it down

We are still us inside
Wanting to play with a ball, jump rope..dance
Aging happens, to every thing, and being
Oil can.. Oil can please
I've so much more to be..

Me


Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

Good thoughts - thanks Jazz
J. J.  Nightingale

10 Years Ago

You are welcome Chris .. always
bourbon and a can of 3 in 1....

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

Depending on the time of day - 3-in-1 sounds about right ...neat, of course
olla

10 Years Ago

chuckling here..
I think you just did, lots of creaking going on, just a reminder of life and it's little implications to keep us alert, nice one Chris.

Posted 10 Years Ago


The creaks seem to get louder, don't they... but thoughts still flow. x

Posted 10 Years Ago


like it much...
like the creaks
your last thought can be digested in many ways...I am glad you wrote it down
thank you fine friend sir..for sharing... creak...my keyboard

Posted 10 Years Ago


There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
Vincent Van Gogh


Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

Sigh, that was a good observation he made. Thanks Em.
Emily B

10 Years Ago

i am still thankful for the blaze that keeps me warm on those freezing nights

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Chris

Lansing, MI



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