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There you sit, my love,
holding nectar from above,
strong and sweet and hot.
More awaits me in the pot!
Your serum lures me;
from my ennui, it cures me.
I clutch you and sup
from your bounty, coffee cup.
Buttered toast and jam,
your crunchy sweetness thrills me.
You're heaven with ham.
O how this breakfast fills me.
Cup, I hold you still
after every bite is gone.
Just one more refill --
then I will no longer yawn.
© by Janice Canderdy.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Janice Canerdy is a retired high-school English teacher from Potts Camp, Mississippi. A poet since childhood, her work has appeared in numerous anthologies, contest journals, and poetry magazines over the years. Janice is the author of two books: Expressions of Faith (Christian Faith Publishers, 2016, now out of print) and From Serious to Slapstick--Poems, Like Life (Doctors Dream Publishing, 2024). A former president of the Mississippi Poetry Society, she is honored to have been named their Poet of the Year.
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Enjoyed it!
Posted 08/14/2016 11:36 AM
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Sherry:
Fun poem. I think your use of rhyme and also, the clever, unexpected lines, is so good.
Posted 08/14/2016 09:30 AM
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barbsteff:
True. Great use of vowel sounds repeating, especially in second stanza - lure, ennui -near rhyme, cup, sup.
Posted 08/13/2016 11:36 AM
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blueskies:
Yummy poem! Thanks,Janice.
Posted 08/13/2016 08:49 AM
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