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My Coffee Cup Is Empty My coffee cup is empty,My Coffee Cup Is Empty by =knittingknots
I know the reason why.
My coffee cup is empty,
I think that I shall sigh.
The last cup in the pot, too,
someone greedy drank it dry.
My coffee cup is empty,
I must I must, oh my
go make another pot now
before I begin to cry.


One Day in May TodayOne Day in May by =knittingknots
oversleeping two hours
every single noise at first
driving me crazy
with a distraction
painful
painful
until the coffee kicked in
news
news
news,
the evil in people's hearts
and a dash of good
out there
amid the wonders of the universe,
and then,
the smell of tomato plants
on my hands
as I walked through the garden center,
choosing this pepper
and not that,
sage, rosemary and thyme
but no parsley,
ready to collapse
back at home,
dinner,
then once more to the coffee,
watching starlings
house finches
chickadees
one family of goldfinches
dash around my garden
as I contemplated my story,
and should character


Short Sleep Why did you only want four hours of sleepShort Sleep by =knittingknots
o body of mine,
o body of mine,
so wide awake am I -
what am I supposed to do right now
o body of mine,
o body of mine,
watching the dawn lighten the sky -
you're awake before the news is
o body of mine
o body of mine
I really ought to cry -
I guess I could sit and think
write a poem, take time to drink
hot coffee, work on that damned plot line
o body of mine,
o body of mine,
so wide awake am I.


So Much Forever So much foreverSo Much Forever by =knittingknots
in that moment,
sea and sky and wind,
I would have never moved
from that moment,
caught up in the web
of just so much
immensity,
but you walked up and spoke,
and I tumbled back
into the much smaller reality
of my every day.
I was not meant to live there,
where the sky meets the sea
in forever moments,
not meant to be one
of the ocean's sirens,
not meant to hover forever
where the waves meet the land,
but still,
sitting here long miles away,
I remember,
and want
and wish -
perhaps, someday.


May Eve May Eve, May Eve, May Eve night,May Eve by =knittingknots
I look out at the darkness,
no fires burning bright
to purify tomorrow.
May Eve, May Eve, May Eve night
The tree blossoms scatter
wind speeds them in flight
hiding the season.
May Eve, May Eve, May Eve night
The circle is broken
wind wails in its flight
ash drifts now like dust.
May Eve, May Eve, May Eve night
The world it is weeping
for its promise so bright
burned up in black oil.
May Eve, May Eve, May Eve night
The season is turning
from hope into blight
greed's fevered song.
May Eve, May Eve, May Eve night
no specters now gather
in darkest midnight
except they be human.

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