Morning Coffee

Morning Coffee

 

He takes his early morning coffee

Strong and black

Seated on the balconet or decking

Sun bleached and worn smooth by

Countless pairs of feet but then

Who’s counting….

 

The scent of warm croissant and

Something musky rises steady

From the open kitchen door

Below and for once the wind chimes

Hang silent

Only bees are busy here it seems

This morn….

 

Better wrap it up my buttercup

He smiles and thinks beyond himself

One day I shall count those

Daisies on the lawn

Be sure not to forget me 

Not yet

He takes his early morning coffee

Strong and black

But drinks it on his own….

 

 

Reviews

[Lorry]

I tried (counting them) but once past a dozen, I stumbled at about three teen and started up the mower, now there's none and none is so much easier to count, don't you think?
Am left wondering if the she here was in next room, continent or galaxy, but either way, you both checked out long ago and wonder if she wonders enough to write about you too.
Thought filled words here my friend, despite the silly o'clocknes of the hour (Monday: 1:50 am)

[Neville]

Cheers Loz,
I dont usually have the need to count much these days Loz .. so that's just another reason to count my blessings ... is that a dubble nowt or summat or wot :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too Neville. No coffee, no life. Hello from Michigan and I hope you are enjoying the days of Summer.
Coyote

[Neville]

Good to hear and thank you Coyote .. indeed many thank you's my friend .. and the very best of Somersetshire to you & yours over the Pond in Michigan

Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Neville.

[L.E.Osborne]

This is beautiful! A vibrant picture you have painted Neville, I can smell the coffee, hear the silence, everything. Another wonderful poem x

[Neville]

thank you kindly my friend .. a much appreciated visit and true .... N :)

[Fay Slimm]

Time moves on and how often we think of another and wonder if they ever think of how we were - black coffee calls when mem'ries are all we own.......... another page I guess from your folder of fancy Nev. but oh how very appealing.

[Neville]

thank you Fay and muchly tooly my friend .. please pardon this late response .. I have been wandering around your neck o the woods these last few days ........... kept me eye out for thee but guess you woz hiding ........... :)

[Fay Slimm]

No pardon needed amigo and hey wither did thou wander in my patch - wish I'd have know and would have come out or hiding to say Hello........x

[Neville]

Looe n Polperro visiting friends and arranging some work on my new little craft .. actually she's quite old really but new to me ................. x

[Fay Slimm]

Love Looe and the district around it - I am some way down country as the saying goes but Cornwall calls to a poet from any coast really - the small craft sounds exciting - - wishing you hours of fun on the water - - I love most the feel of being under sail though havent been out for yonks now - a friend would invite me to sail across Mounts Bay and catch a few mackerel - a once in a life-time thrill was when I stroked a dolphin's back for an hour as he piloted us into Penzance - and oh those eyes and how clearly I still remember them.....x

[Neville]

amazing is an understatement ..................... x

[Poetic Beauty]

Reminiscences lingers over black coffee served alone on a quiet morning. A moment when the mind drifts and thinks about those memories.

The imagery of the worm deck and daisies is a beautiful and seems like a peaceful place to remember and wish for something more than coffee alone

[Neville]

since when did you become a mind reader .. thank you PB .. but then I imagine you knew I was gonna say that ....

[Poetic Beauty]

Mind reader, nope. Someone who knows what it’s like to close your eyes and remember or drift where I’d rather be. I have a complicated love story remember 😉

[Neville]

..Thanks again PB and yes, of course I remember 😉

[Poetic Beauty]

You are most welcome

[Samuel Dickens]

Hmmm. There's a bit of loneliness here, it seems. Though some sweetness exists, the silent chimes, decking empty of passersby, and flower reference makes me think the narrator isn't having his best day. This is wonderful writing that speaks to me in familiar ways. (I was the loneliest guy on the planet for a period of time)

[Neville]

Hello Sam .. many thanks for taking a peek at this particular page and post .. I am delighted that you popped in and if my memory serves me correctly, I reckon you should win first prize .. Hope you and yours are safe n well sir .. All Good Things, N :)

[Ms Paragon]

Great use of imagery and nice flow.I enjoyed reading it!Nice work!

[Neville]

Bless you my friend... tis appreciated so... N

[Ms Paragon]

You're welcome!

[Neville]

.......... x

[barleygirl]

I was read-requested by Juliespenhere & I don’t know how I missed a poem about two of my favorite passions – coffee & you (in that order *wink! wink!*) I love the conversational tone & the details you pick out to paint this scene, which I also have my own version of, here on my deck overlooking the wilderness. I love the way your poem hints at someone who’s missing from this morning scene, which is also a feeling that haunts my mornings. My coffee forays are sparkling times when I wish I could find some new way to show how multi-colored it can feel . . . but you do this all the time . . . and this one is a favorite (((NUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

You are far too kind to me Margie...but I like it.... N

[Neville]

a poem about me... get outa here, I've not seen it...

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Thanks for tru portay of me in this great piece. Your immiganation dont have borders.

[Neville]

You are most welcome Martin and I am delighted with the words you have left for me here...... much appreciated and true..... Neville

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you welcome its great poem.

[Neville]

Then I thank you again my Friend.... N

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

wow marvellous write,
i love this a lot

[Neville]

and I am so very grateful that you took time to visit these words... many thank you's.... Neville