Cooking simple things,

by Ole Carsten   Apr 2, 2012


Cooking simple things,

I love Coffee
The simple mixture
Hot water none boiling
Grinded Coffee beans.

The secret is in the detail
How to grind?
How hot is the water?
What and why is that the best?

We met there
At the Coffee shop
It was a coincidence
Maybe a stroke of luck

Ever since the Coffee
There is special taste
In 3 D
For the first time

Maybe it is not the Coffee
Your smile, perhaps?
You in 3 D
Instead of a photo?

People are passing
The empty chairs
Not knowing
This is the best seats

Now they are vacant
The cups are washed
Each clue is vanish
Only echos of our lips remain

I long to sit there
Ordering two cups
Espresso with water
Feeling you lips again.

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  • 12 years ago

    by nouriguess

    God, how I feel this!

    I feel this, I do. I am soooo into your word choice, into your everything. I am just in awe!

    I want to read this over and over again and just never stop and... Ugh I love it! I just purely do...

    The breaks where lines just break didn't feel to me odd or anything, they just felt well-placed and had their own meaning. Wow.

    I never read your work before but I promise I'll be a regular reader for ya!
    Great and pure poetry! Please keep writingggggggg!

  • 12 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    Hi
    Thanks your comment is a big pleasure for me

    Br
    Ole

  • 12 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    I love coffee too.... and this poem is wonderful!

    "I long to sit there
    Ordering two cups
    Espresso with water
    Feeling you lips again. "
    ^^^

    love the ending.... awesome write Ole-

  • 12 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    Hi TJ

    Thanks for your comment, I am so lucky to be a part of a club, where I can improve a bit from time to time. Your comments is really nice. You make me wich for more improvement from my side

  • 12 years ago

    by Odin Ebbesen

    The best poem, love your twist in the poem

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