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There you sit, my love,
holding nectar from above,
strong and sweet and hot.
More awaits me in the pot!
Your serum lures me;
from my ennui, it cures me.
I clutch you and sup
from your bounty, coffee cup.
Buttered toast and jam,
your crunchy sweetness thrills me.
You're heaven with ham.
O how this breakfast fills me.
Cup, I hold you still
after every bite is gone.
Just one more refill --
then I will no longer yawn.
© by Janice Canderdy.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Janice Canerdy is a retired high school English teacher from Potts Camp, Mississippi. She has been writing poetry since childhood, is the author of one book, Expressions of Faith (Christian Faith Publishing, 2016), and has had poems published in many magazines and anthologies. Janice enjoys church life and being involved in church activities and says her grandchildren play a key role in her life, as she does in theirs.
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Enjoyed it!
Posted 08/14/2016 11:36 AM
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Sherry:
Fun poem. I think your use of rhyme and also, the clever, unexpected lines, is so good.
Posted 08/14/2016 09:30 AM
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barbsteff:
True. Great use of vowel sounds repeating, especially in second stanza - lure, ennui -near rhyme, cup, sup.
Posted 08/13/2016 11:36 AM
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blueskies:
Yummy poem! Thanks,Janice.
Posted 08/13/2016 08:49 AM
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Jean :D:
This poem sends me to my coffee cup even
if I'm not ennui. Love my toast & jam.
Posted 08/13/2016 07:57 AM
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