a cigarette with morning coffee

a cigarette with morning coffee

 

 

undressing shadows

to naked abandoning

sun makes love to day

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/2/19

Reviews

[MCS]

Been smoke free for many years however I still miss this ritual.
Well done dear poet!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have too...and always Coffee free...but the two are handy poetry elements...thank you, MCS,
j.

[redzone]

WOW a wham bam thank you maam poem... light me up Jacob....

Right now I am sitting on the back yard deck and the sun has just cleared those far off trees and the sun/morning orgy is going full blast.... I'm trying to keep my eyes closed (give them some privacy) but it is just so wonderful to see.... we are all voyuers to mornings affair I think... very nicely done Jacob...

[redzone]

Oh, and that last ciggy was on may 1st, 1989, 11:22am...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your colorful reply, Curt...
appreciate your words, and just seeing you around again...
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Never been a smoker Jacob and I don't drink coffee either. I do know how powerful that cigarette and coffee can be though, especially after a meal. Can relax the mind. Smokers who give up always miss that.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ironic isn't it...had one sip of coffee in my life, fishing with my dad, he told me to try it...i spit it out..
ugh.....and only smoked again ten years ago because the ex did...had to offset her smoke with my own...don't miss it a bit, though....
but the two seem to fit into the poetic scenario somehow...
i used to light one up when i was writing...what a waste...two drags at most...i was so busy typing...
thanks for the visit Chris.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Its been ten years for me too and I don't miss them. The poem had romantic images for me, very clever and sweet on the play of shade and light overtones.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words...
j.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

It's not going to happen that way, you know? There will be an undressing of cigarettes and they will abandon the coffee. The sun is just a material witness for the defense of willful nakedness. Sometimes your poetry is like the inside of an cold cup... a small insect traverses the lip with random appreciation for the savory lip drool.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Ufo...
j.