Dusty Steams
My cup of coffee
It’s resting on my shelf. It’s content in its alluring self. It’s calm. It’s deep. I can’t compete. Its melody is oh so sweet. It’s swirling up. From deep and the down. It’s white. It’s light. Its shimmering crown. Excitement tingles along it’s edges. A dance so sweet. It’s off the nudges. Nothing had mattered. Reasons are battered. The presence is clear. Its scent so near. The air. A kiss. In my glimpse a bliss. I close my eyes. Reminiscing the skies. My lips have entered. My soul just flattered. Their tender reliance. Fingers caressing alliance. The moment’s inviting. Its dust was oh so touching.
Also read this piece by Warren Brown finding originality and words in the ordinary.
I came across this witty piece of Chef Chuckle. It filled me with so much joy. Every single word is a delight.
