Reserved

By Frances Macaulay Forde

Fri, 24 May 2013

2 comments

Nice to know poetry
is given such credence:
tabled with four chairs,
expected conversations,
words shared and written.

My take on coffee, sitting
on this Chrystal morning,
right next to the beach?
As waves crash foamed,
I smile at my flat white

and it's feathered froth...

(Illustration provided)

Permalink Submitted by fatboy74 on Fri, 2013-05-24 16:45

Lovely and reflective little poem - and a nice coffee too. As resident poet is your caffeine hit free Frances?

Permalink Submitted by Frances Macaula... on Sun, 2013-05-26 17:48

Yup fatboy74, that's the arrangement and it's excellent coffee too... sometimes I have tea though :o))