This post is not about exchange, or anything in particular really. I'm having one of those days that goes by slow; the kind that consumes you until you lose track of time and can't even register where you are anymore. Maybe it's because I still feel a little lost; not really knowing what I'm meant to be doing all the time. Or maybe it's because thoughts of familiar and unfamiliar places stir up my mind until I can no longer think. Whatever it is, it's got me in the mood to write. It's got me in the mood to share the deepest corners of my mind. Hunger of what I do not have: it's a powerful thing. It's got me up at all hours, reading, writing poetry, watching old films about places I've never even heard of. Maybe you'd enjoy a poem I've written, maybe not. But at least it'll be here; seen. You can drink up my words if you wish, let it settle. Decode it's meaning; for there are thousands of possibilities of what it could be. Even I do not know the real cause.. Like so many things in life it is unknown, not shown, but there, somewhere.
Coffee
you were black,
soulless;
round
around the edges,
coffee stained
pages
I cradle you
in my hands,
bring you up
to my lips
contemplate.
breathe you in,
only for a second
but you scold my tongue,
keep me wordless
burnt,
bottomless
like the coffee
you drink
day after day
I wake you
make you
crave me
yearn
for just another sip
a sip of what?
the unknown,
endless mystery
you stir me up
but just a bit
you drink me in,
then I'm gone
like your
morning coffee.
- Mariana Marvel, 2014
inspired by coffee shops in London & those rainy days that aren't really weather related at all
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