Triptych #1: Coffee, Paper, and Storm

I.
The coffee on the table is as cold
as my hands which shiver
like tree branches during a storm.
I can’t decide
if it’s too bitter or too sweet,
but I will drink it anyway.

II.
I will write about you again,
but I know that’s not entirely true.
I will write about me too.
There will be no crumpled papers
on the floor
because even if this will turn out
as a poorly written poem,
I will not edit my feelings for you.

III.
My heart is pounding
like heavy rain against the rooftop.
There’s a storm in my heart,
and I have named it after you.

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Chris Armstrong

Thu 13th Sep 2018 17:31

Brilliant and clever!
"I will write about you again,
but I know that’s not entirely true."
How perceptive.

Don't ever edit your feelings. Keep writing!

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yajaira

Tue 11th Sep 2018 18:41

Absolutely love this Aly! I almost felt like I was living through it as I was reading it. Very detailed and deep.

Big Sal

Wed 5th Sep 2018 21:50

Excellent sentiment. Great title too.👍

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Taylor Crowshaw

Wed 5th Sep 2018 09:45

Hi Aly, Wonderful poem..thank you for sharing..😃

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