Over the coffee cup my eyes seek yours
Busy with English marmalade and toast,
Wondering peering through their opaque doors
Which just ajar suggest the whiff of roast
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Another beautiful piece of realism. The blend between eyes / images (romantic) and breakfast is absolutely marvellous and sensuous. Susie.
There is nothing like sharing breakfast with your partner Linda, and your poem is a perfect picture of what loving is all about. Thanks for sharing it's beauty and hope with one diner alone. 10 from Tai, never giving up on him or hope.
A happy, fond, and original love poem, Lind. A most heartwarming start to my Wednesday. With warmth, Gina.
Wow! This is poetry, poetry shaped by imagery. Your use of figurative language goes beyond the search for e]resemblances, it's now an expression of shared identity. It's so hard to put this into critical words because such prose speech actively resists the magical transformations of poetry. But I sense it with my poetic sense which will never reduce a poem to a paraphrase or thn=ink the poetic experience is in finding THE MEANING. There are a 1001 meanings to every poem. What matters is the poem takes the reader/listener on a flight of the imagination. That's what this one did, and your other poems too.