one might say 'it was a good day',
had some eye contact with ernest hemingway
[only his books of course, not his face],
also a large amount of caffeine,
while listening to the beatles 'yellow submarine'.
a teaspoon of long forsaken melancholy,
longing for joy and mischievous folly.
and all that remained
in my sorrowful mind to contemplate
were two cloud-shaped coffee stains.
one was bright, the other frail.
two might say 'it could be a fairy tale'.
only
that it was not.
© fey (23/09/19)
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
one might say 'it was a good day',
had some eye contact with ernest hemingway
[only his books of course, not his face],
also a large amount of caffeine,
while listening to the beatles 'yellow submarine'.
a teaspoon of long forsaken melancholy,
longing for joy and mischievous folly.
and all that remained
in my sorrowful mind to contemplate
were two cloud-shaped coffee stains.
one was bright, the other frail.
two might say 'it could be a fairy tale'.
only
that it was not.
© fey (23/09/19)
