Sometimes I get an essence of a poem without any words. The first lines of this poem, ‘The Coffee Pot’, sat in my drafts for a while. I was unable to decide how to finish them, convinced it was about a happy romance.
After going through a break up a couple of months ago I wrote to cheer myself up. At first nothing came to mind which I blamed on feeling deflated. Coffee is always a good love to me, so I drink a lot of it when I’m sad! I jokingly told myself that I’d become so low not even coffee could wake me up. Boom, the end of the poem. Born from nothing.
The best things always seem to come from nothing, don’t they? It’s a quick snap of the fingers poem that pinpoints my heart break. Just how I like my poetry to be – precise and honest. I hope you enjoy it too: