The Chipped Cup

Cherry

By YaseminB

Tue, 09 Mar 2021
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The Chipped Cup

She sings a lullaby sweet

Purchased on an impulse

On Camden Street

(A leap towards the hip?)

 

Now her bottom is stained

Reaping the harvest of

Coffee- Noir.

The fading blooms 

A pastel shade of rue.

My chipped cup laments

A bygone era. Though the future

Is aromatic still- Jasmine and rose-hip brew.

 

 

 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Surreal

Comments

Submitted by Slater on

This poem was good. I liked how it was almost dreamy in a way. However, a couple of the lines probably could have been improved because they were just a little confusing (or maybe they went right over my head :). The best example is how you bring up the blooms. Like I'm not quite  sure where the blooms are in the poem as they come up abruptly and leave the same way. But anyways, take that with a grain of salt because you have a lot of good things going for you in this poem. 

 

 

Submitted by sean mcnulty on

This is a snappy and hip poem. I like it.

 

Submitted by YaseminB on

Thank you folksX 

Yasemin Balandi