That last biscuit.
You know the one.
When you put your hand in the jar and…
nothing
Then your finder tips brush it,
arm stretched to the elbow,
swallowed by the cookie monster.
The triumph as you pull the crumbling sweetness free.
Then the tea.
Not too strong or too weak but just right.
A moment of contemplation
Then you allow the biscuit to dive in.
A few seconds and then…
Heaven.
This poem was inspired by the daily prompt – linger. I know two poems in as many days but this just cried out to be written. Again I don’t call myself a poet so please allow for my prose to glimmer through. 🙂
Poetry is part of you! Good poem.
Thank you. 🙂 I will be posting more of it and not letting the anxiety win.
Definitely! Good plan. I will look out for next posts. There’s a great rhythm and flow in place there.
Thanks 😀
I love this! it’s so true. The serenity and the peacefulness and the beautiful amazing feeling of happiness as you eat and drink! Check mine response out http://melissuhhsmiles.wordpress.com/2014/03/17/girl-scout-campfire/
Thanks. 🙂
I love this! You’re a natural. I can imagine myself going through the motions in the poem 🙂
Thank you.