A Poet's Morning Poem by Panagiota Romios
A Poet's Morning
Always desire hot French coffee.
In that big, fire engine red mug,
Yes, it trulygives my poet heart a tug.
Me, aromatic coffee, my quill.
Feet, cuddled by a warm rug.
Thoughts of eternal life dance in my head.
Dreams of writing something beauiful.
Instead of being constantly witty.
That is, I think a loss and a pity.
Life~ a cornicopia of God's beauty.
July 21,2020
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7/23/2025 7:57:32 PM # 1.0.0
Eminent work. True essence of a poet. Beautiful work