Monday, July 11, 2011


picart by ami

If I were to look down into you,
I would see dark brown coffee grounds
And tea leaves that coax reading.
But aroma rises
And images swirl
Round,round they go,
Take me back
To your


  1. I like your ode to a cup. As often as I hold one, I can certainly understand a poetic, almost inspirational, attachment.

    Little picky problems here though. I think you missed your count. I get this syllable count 9,7,6,6,5,4,3,2,1 - so you might want to re-work lines two and three. And for a little assimilation and internal rhyme I might suggest "grounds" rather than "bits" in line two; but that's just me. It's your poem, but that would pull the "swirl" and the two uses of "round" together, I think, creating a symmetry in the poem as a whole.

    Thank you so much for writing and linking today. Gay

  2. almost like you don't want those images to swirl away from you. nice nonet. hope you got out of your cubicle and got some real live sunshine the other day when you left your comment on my blog. Thanks :)

  3. Enjoyed it... and some times its all that you need to do to 'be' ... use all your senses to to see... the reality...

    Thanks for joining in the Poetry Potluck WK 43 which I am hosting for the first time… hope you have liked it too…. and wish to see you again…

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