Black Coffee Poem by Terra Bartlebaugh

Black Coffee

Rating: 5.0


Burning the midnight oil,

letting the light shine upon the paper

As I down another cup.

I rub my eyes tiredly,

forbidding sleep from reaching

my eyes.

I shall not succumb tonight,

for doers never sleep

and sleepers never do.

Alas, the moon has disappeared and a

new day begins again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Hinckley 18 October 2009

I really enjoyed the final line, have found myself cursing the sunrise on occasion. Excellent flow.

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