Disaray, Dismay And Too Much Coffee Poem by Susan Lacovara
Disaray, Dismay And Too Much Coffee
It started quite the usual way...
This day....
With just enough chance of rain
To keep me hopeful for afternoon sun...
And then, it sputtered...as old pickup truck engines do
When they surrender and die
By the side of the road...
And the day fell quickly into disaray, dismay,
And too much coffee
Words were hurled against fences newly built
Damaging their posts, once well, dug in...
The clouds gathered gray, chance of Sun
Went away...
But not before too much could not be taken back
That was very nice! Reminded me of something I wrote called An Average Day in a way. Sweet read indeed!
Fine story and progressive construction with descriptive and inventive metaphors. Days can go sour and the heart of the greatest burger can slump to the floor, but words can rattle footings and foundations but not be taken back. So true.
A right clever write which covered the weather and life all stirred in one cloudy cup. Loved it thank you peace out sister :)
Great little poem. It is Rod McKuenesc. Very well constructed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 3:47:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It's hard not to cry over spilled milk... even after the mess is gone.