I don't always add an "About" section, but for this poem, I decided to. It may be confusing, so I want to clear up some minor things. The poem is supposed to follow three subjects: Me, I, and Coffee. I made the poem look like a coffee mug and tried to follow a discourse between these three subjects. I really like this poem and I hope you enjoy the imagery as much as I do.
Croaking. Splashing. There are trees all around. Straight on–Bark, Above–Leaves. In the in-between, A precious, personal pond. Mirky. Dirty. Loaded with lives. Frogs and fish, All laughing about. They
This poem may not make sense. The structure is fragile, but poetry makes me smile. The core of a good joke. The structure is fragile, so my heart breaks. The core of a good joke is me smiling all the
I had a strange day yesterday. So strange. I saw a cat run through the field to catch nothing. No mice appeared nor anything to catch, yet she ran and ran after nothing. Later, I saw a lizard sit ston