(untitled #12) Poem by bob barci

You were still sound asleep
when I awoke this morning.
I made my way to the dining room table
and over a pot of chocolate mint coffee,
I thought about writing a poem.
The setting was right,
early morning,
a pot of coffee,
and me, in a pensive mood.
I picked up my pen
in hopes to stir up some poetic thoughts.
But my mind remained blank.
No thoughts did I have other than
wanting more and more coffee.
Would three pots of this coffee
have any effect on the poem I was to write?
Yes, no somber, pensive poem would be written.
Instead, I’m too obsessed with
the aroma and taste of my coffee.
Unfortunately, my concentration leans towards
the coffee pot and not the poem I should write.