The Chipped Cup
By YaseminB
Tue, 13 Jun 2017
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The Chipped Cup
She sings a lullaby sweet
Purchased on an impulse
On Camden Street
(A leap towards the hip?)
Now her bottom is stained
Reaping the harvest of
Coffee- Noir.
The fading blooms
A pastel shade of rue.
My chipped cup laments
A bygone era. Though the future
Is aromatic still- Jasmine and rose-hip brew.
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greetings :)
greetings :)
you have a strong direction in your writing and your use of langauge and grammar is very effective throughout the poem. I think its important to connect with the reader through the dilogue created in one's poetry, so rememeber to be relateable.
Xhara
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