As I sit here, the morning offers stillness, silence, and the quiet ritual of coffee. But when afternoon arrives, so does the news that threatens to disturb it all.
A prose poem about solitude, emotional intrusion, and the desperate request for one more cup to hold back the blues.
I prefer the stillness and quiet, drinking in the fragrant silence. Dark, rich, filtered
Source: A Refill Please #Prose #Poetry – The Artist From The Inside Out
