Bakers and coffee shops
Line the streets,
And I find myself
Nestling inside a few
To find a comfort
Only coffee beans and bacon
Can provide.
Warming cold hands
From frost;
Warming strangers to the
Idea of companionship
And togetherness.
Wholeness.
Mugs and teaspoons
Hold a special place
In my heart;
Teapots and saucers have
A special kind of solace
That I find myself
Nestling in
More often than not.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
TSElliot.
Superb piece - imaginative and beautifully written - the common experience raised to an Art form.
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<Deleted User> (18118)
Wed 2nd May 2018 22:02
A warmth in this poem, really enjoyed.
Hannah