Thursday, June 3, 2010

Coffee Grinds
by Laurie Kolp
Naive eyes stir raw emotion

within her troubled heart
as coffee’s soothing aroma
percolates a passion, a yearning
that pours through her weary soul,
and she is blinded by a mirage
of disappearing images-
his irresistible face,
his mocha-like hair,
his sweet plump lips-
showered in a rain of pain,
and their love transforms
into puddles of muddy grind.

3 comments:

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Poem of sorrow.
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LKHarris-Kolp said...

I appreciate the kind comments.