Mug

Comfort-satisfaction steam-feathers my mind;

my mug has this aura, a soul - 

a presence that, when I see this crafted, ergonomic beauty,

I enjoy pre-consumptive, pre-experiential, pre-appreciative mind-flutters,

I feel the blood-tingle, the brain sparkle,

the caffeine induced dull-relief sharpened clarity.

My mug.  I feel you. I would love you.

Had I not shattered you upon my floor.

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Rich

Tue 19th Jun 2018 19:36

Thanks Darren, much appreciated - I hope the coffee is good!😁

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Darren J Beaney

Tue 19th Jun 2018 07:30

Great poem, love the ending.

I raise a mug of coffee to you!

😃👍

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Rich

Mon 18th Jun 2018 12:36

Thanks Colin - the ending surprised me, too!

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Colin Hill

Mon 18th Jun 2018 09:19

I love a poem with an unexpected ending and this delivers perfectly Rich. Thanks for posting. Col.

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Rich

Sun 17th Jun 2018 21:15

Hi Martin - thank you for such a great comment! I'm really grateful, and pleased you liked the poem. thank you.😁

And Brian - yes, I'm the same - loads of mugs but just a few particular ones that do the business. For some reason, they just work.

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Brian Maryon

Sun 17th Jun 2018 19:44

We have about 20 everyday cups and mugs in our cupboard of which, given the choice, I select 4 or 5.

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Martin Elder

Sun 17th Jun 2018 18:28

so many beautiful words used almost effortlessly in a wonderful poem.
Love it

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