Memory

Memories come when they will.

 

Memory

 

As coffee scoops

tumble to white

paper filter

sitting in its

swing-out holder,

 

As the water

reservoir stands

open to the

water sprayer

until it  fills,

 

As the holder

clicks into place,

 

As the button’s

pressed and lights red,

 

As I hear it

drip, stream, smell the

coffee brewing,

 

Your memory

may  break surface

at any time.

Reviews

[Angela Talbert]

Beautiful as always.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

!!!!!!

love this!!

LOVE IT!!

i wish i had written it :)

totally something i've thought about. those random memory f***s.

oops i swore.

i didn't mean it.

but i DID Mean taht i loved it.

sorry it's late

great job

[Krystal Waters]

Poetry rarely gets published... This piece needs work on structure. Published would mean to be more of a story in a magazine. Readers digest is a good start but there are many editors out there that are just plain engaged with people submitting new material. I would suggest that you get an agent. First timers always have a hard time getting their foot in the door.