Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #161

Another Coffee
by Belinda Roddie

Another coffee for my weary friend
here, please. She can't keep her eyes open long
enough to look at me, or comprehend
the words I'm speaking. Make it extra strong,
pure black. Spoon it into her mouth if you
have to. I worry for her. She spends all
her time at work, or cleaning up after
her lazy husband and two children. Call
in for some energy shots if the joe
doesn't work properly. How exhausted
she is! How she can't just enjoy the day
without yearning for sleep in a cold bed,
or freedom. Maybe I'll send her to France
to wake her and give her a second chance.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Freeform Friday: RSD

Image
RSD by Belinda Roddie I didn't ask to ride this emotional roller coaster. And there are no seatbelts or lap bars. Get me off this fucking thing. I need a adult. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I'M  THE ADULT?! GET ME A BETTER ONE!
Read more

Today's OneWord: Statues

Why were the statues going white, and why was the rain cascading in sheets? I tried to find solace by the window, but the world outside had become nothing but glass. Blankets of water blurred the semblance of life that I stretched my mind to detect. Near me, my lover was asleep on the divan with wine pooling across her lap. Her curls lay in wet swaths around the warm nape of her neck. The statues would crumble in due time. The deluge was impending. We both would drown.
Read more