I don’t often distinguish between my poems that are based on real experience or straight up fiction. However, I feel compelled to admit that this one is utterly non-fiction. I treated myself to a tea at this great coffee shop that’s quickly becoming my go-to place for a cup-o-joe, and the next thing I knew I’d written this poem.
Cheers to Picasso’s in good ol’ St. Charles and cheers to Wednesdays.
5 thoughts on “Pause”
One of those coffee mornings?
No matter where your go – to place may be. I do believe everyone needs a place they can use to let go of feelings, emotions, or simply the events of the day.
I completely agree. Thanks for reading!
Bravo, great poem
Thank you, again!