11.06.2015

Darkroom Accidents

I spill my coffee
on the counter each morning
requiring me to mind the excess
wipe rinse squeeze wipe towel off

sniff stifle breathe blink bawl
latent image resists sunrise
eyes-shuttered snapshot

  the size of your hands
  the crook in your fingers
  dropping to my hip

I sip coffee from the tippy top
after spilling each morning
cups may be half full or empty
but mine overflows


Not quite sure this fits Izy’s Guy Fawkes challenge, but here goes. Number 6 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!
Posted by Marian at 6:22 AM
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16 comments:

  1. This is very cute and very relatable. Loved it, Marian.

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  2. PS--love the "superHERoic verse" !

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  4. I sometimes take imaginary snapshots with my eyes - some things are worth storing in the long term memory, spills happen every day.

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  6. Where would we ever be without that morning sip?

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  7. I'm with you...forever spilling coffee and cheers to an overflowing cup!

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  8. I LOVE this!.......especially the cup over-flowing. I am so happy that yours does, and that you know it does.

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  9. I see this as a Guy Fawkes poem on a domestic scale! I really enjoyed the run-on of actions in the first stanza, giving the poem an urgent morning, no quite awake but conscious feel. Thanks for posting to the out of standard and viva la!

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  10. That "snapshot" is worthy of a bit of spilled coffee every morning!

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  11. A cup of coffee introduces us to morning....the domestication of Guy Fawkes... :)

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  12. A cup of coffee introduces us to morning....the domestication of Guy Fawkes... :)

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  13. It has that early morning comfortable feel!

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  14. Your poem IS a celebration!!!

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  15. well, I never spill my coffee. it jumps, voluntarily, out of the cup ~

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