Morning Cup

Morning Cup

A Poem by Willard Wells

Aromatic coffee coming

fresh from the pot to my cup.

My day is complete since I'm having

that first cup.


A smile on my face,

picking up the pace,

now that I've had

that first cup.


My thoughts are racing

as I charge through my day,

at monumental speed, since

that first cup.


It's time to wind down,

day coming to night,

but my heart still racing, since having more than,

that first cup

© 2015 Willard Wells


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Oh yes ! Coffee,joe,java... aka my life's blood. Although Ive cut back, I'm not sure how I would have gotten through the eighties without it. A great write !
bill

Posted 8 Years Ago


Willard Wells

8 Years Ago

I cut back often, but apparently with very limited results. thanks for stopping by and commenting.
hello !!! i like you style of written poetry !!! it's so natural and simple !!!! 100% ratings from me !!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Willard Wells

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much for taking time to read my words and comment.
zunie frost

8 Years Ago

welcome!!!!!!!
Ha! You sound a lot like me. I don't want anyone to look at me--let alone speak--until I've had at least one cup o' Joe. Two cups are better.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Willard Wells

8 Years Ago

I use to say that if caffeine was a white powder it would be illegal, but I recently saw an article .. read more

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Added on November 30, 2015
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Willard Wells
Willard Wells

Sacramento, CA



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Photography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..

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