Category: Short Verse

Bitter Beans

With bleary eyes I seek them out
There in the can upon my shelf
I dip the scoop and pour in four
I can't imagine adding more
The water roils and rumbles 
And from the kettle's spout it tumbles
Into my press of french design
To make a potion most divine
Four minutes seems to last forever
As morning light, my walls, does feather
Into my cup goes sugar and cream
Awaiting the potion of bitter beans
At last I add the dark rich brew
And breathe in the familiar scent anew
"Good morning!" the first sip says to my brain
And now I'm ready to face the world again

-gws

Asking

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You ask what can you do
Nothing
You can do nothing
How can you offer what you do not have
How can you heal what you cannot perceive
How can you give comfort 
I speak with ghosts as you lay next to me 
So I can remember what it feels like to be seen
To be understood in a way you are incapable of
I don't know if you will ever be capable of learning to love me
In all of the deeply intricate ways that I need
Not If you can't learn to see me for who and what I actually am
-gws