Day: May 8, 2018

Coffee

~ thereluctantpoet

Come and read Sabrina’s wistful thoughts on – COFFEE

Sabrina Escorcio

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Gently you caress
the rim of your cup,
indulging
in every last sip.
Each day
you return to it,
just as much in need.
As your calloused fingers
grasp alabaster porclean,
I sit across the table
in our solitary togetherness.
Unsure if I am to be envious
of the vessel itself,
or the liquid that fills it.
So I ponder…
slowly fading into the paper
that lines the walls of my mind.
Suddenly,
coffee sits bitter
on my tongue.
I have no choice
but to swallow it down.

Sabrina Escorcio
©2017

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Appreciation

~ thereluctantpoet ~ 2 Comments

Sarah’s piece is dedicated to everyone that aspires to write or create art. Do it. Share it. Don’t give up. Come read – APPRECIATION.

Sarah Doughty

“‘What if no one appreciates me?’
But darling, what if they do?”

Being a creator isn’t for the faint of heart. It takes courage to let others see. You ask, “What if no one appreciates my art?” Because what if they don’t like it? What if the world scoffs at something you poured your heart into? You’d feel like a failure.

But darling, what if they don’t? What if you find people that do love what you create? Wouldn’t it be worth it? That’s why it feels so freeing once your art is out there for other eyes to see. You won’t always find the ones that love you. But you will find your tribe. You will. Don’t give up on your dream.

© Sarah Doughty

This piece is dedicated to everyone
that aspires to create art.
Do it. Share it. Don’t give up.

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It Didn’t Ask Me

~ thereluctantpoet

Come and see if you feel the same way about time – IT DIDN’T ASK ME!

Midwest Fantasy Writes

goodbyeHow dare time not stop for a moment!

It didn’t ask me

if it could continue

to tick like it had somewhere to go

It didn’t ask me

if I wanted

just one more moment to smile at him

It didn’t ask me

if I needed

one more minute to give my last advice

It didn’t ask me

if I yearned

for just one more hug

from the baby I could still see in his eyes

It didn’t ask me

if I longed

to relive those 20 blessed years

It didn’t ask me

and kept ticking

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©MidwestFantasy

05/07/2018

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