Nostalgia of a coffee mug

[lunar glide]

Hardened earth
With just the right inscription
No pulse and no interest
In what happens with time
Or the world.
Just the job of declaring morning
Of softening burnt earth
just the wish for contact
Smoke, lips levitating on the rim
Soft earth cold spoon
Milk sugar soft breeze
A rainbow - colors weighed so carefully
the dark cupboard
the mugs prayer my prayer
"Come back, what does it cost you?"

[RhymeLovingWriter]

This evokes strong emotions LG. Nicely done.

[Bobby Del Boy]

A percolating piece of poetry LG. The coffee mug needed recognition and you were the perfect poet to stir it up. Top of the queue!