SuperNova Afterglow Spews Embers of Time

The Coffee

Before the boys wake
the refrigerator hums discontent --
furred, snarled dragons ply
smooth, dead floor
about idle, be-socked feet --
hardwood surfaces plateau
from toe to eye
glossy, forlorn
in chilled autumn morn --
our clear vestibule prison
warm, satisfies

Before one voice unwinds
silence uninterrupted
night already nearing --
mindless echoes still chirping
draw dragons' eyes out
return their desires
chained to domestication
in padded sofa/lounger play land

Nearing the crack of pipes
emerging mechanical waterfalls
an empty hull longs fill
to the brim with expectation

neglected brown coffee cold


Thoughts ▼

Decided line breaks would be hashes. No capitalization to affect mood, depersonalization, indifference. Describing indirectly with feeling without cliches, if I could help, feeling hopeless without a like-minded mate to converse with me. So, you listen to the sounds, realize the emptiness that resonates in heart, without saying heart, to show. Yet, not fully connected to surroundings. I want to love all that is around. True joy begins when the kids get up. What I could add is they are older now, nearing same indifference for me.
Reason I explain is it helps remind me of these moments that spur me to write, wondering what motivated the muse.

e.e. was right about i though We never met. 🤔