My reflection wobbles
up and down
the dark sides of the cup I’m holding;
features fade in and out,
as I sip the bitterness of coffee.
The question that comes to mind is,
am I coming into focus,
or slowly disappearing?
Originals are better than remakes.
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- Pat Paulk
- 2009! 57 years ago in April I was a 2# squealing baby boy. Got a wonderful tan in an incubator. Made friends with plastic tubing, needles and tape. All of which I have zero recollection. I've been well watered and fertilized over the years, and grown quite ripe. Plastic tubing, needles and tape are catalysts for flashbacks without the buzz. Enjoy!
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21 comments:
OMG, I had written something similar. How some feelings are eternal...
ah yes, on the upward climb or on the decent, that is how I read this......and where is that middle ground. If I am living it and it is all downhill from here, I wish I could take off the skates......
grounds for evidence :)
halfway up or down
if you ever find out - let me know
got a wry smile from this one
thanks pat
honestly as i read this, it's all i could think of was my depression...the comings and goings, the ups and downs, the bitter taste, the need for a taste of sweet honey, sticky sweet honey to hold me together...maybe i should just write my own poem..
Either way drink it and live it fully!
either way, let's get the most of what's left :)
love it!!
very nice effect this has. i enjoyed it. hopefully you're coming into focus :)
better be focused..
well-said Pat.
I like this theme very much!
sounds like every morning for me -- really.
A good coffee time question, Pat.
Enjoy your day.
very piognant!
Enjoyed... every man's (& woman's) quandary (although for some it would be over a cup of tea).
A misty rumination! ... and when you're only halfway up you're neither up nor down ... ;-)
(You edited that fifth line?)
Yes, good question for all of us!
interesting poem...leaves much to ponder, well done!
Hopefully coming into focus
Focus, Pat, focus!:)
The beauty of caffeine is, you can be pretty sure you're coming into focus.
i love the question you have asked in this poem...its so difficult to find the answer at times.
Gautami, yes they are.
Nea, yes ma'am I wish I could too!!
Floots, I've been ground to alot less. If I do I'll let you know. Thanks!!
Donna, poetry can be cathartic.
Yes ma'am Corey, I will.
Polona, down to the last drop. Thank you!!
Ruthanne, hopefully so. Thanks!!
Amalendu, always better off focused. Thanks!!
Thanks Russell!!
Andrew, me too!!
Thanks Carol!!
Thanks Kai!!
Yes, but the reflection looks different in tea. Thanks Vaughn!!
MB, it all depends on one's perspective, doesn't it??
Joyce, seem so on a cold Sunday morning.
Sage, thanks!!
Mandy, I can always hope!!
Borut, as long as there's coffee in the cup there's hope.
Janedoughnut, are you sure??
Gulnaz, that is the point isn't it??
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