Ebooks and Coffee Clouds

“I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.” ~ Carly Simon

To the tunes of jazzy feelings,

I curl in bed with my netbook on

and explore the world of ebooks.

It looks deliriously astonishing,

because I want to read them all.

Jazz puts me in a peculiar disposition,

of clouds and rain,

of melancholy without pain,

with speechless complexions of lost times.

I hear tea whispers and see coffee fumes.

It’s really controversial,

it could not be as profuse

unless on purpose.

The thoughts themselves are hazy stories in my mind

and all the books I see online are figments

of the realities of other people’s minds.

It has been delightfully plotted on purpose,

to make all coffee clouds sweet dreams

before I go to sleep.

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*** This poem was originally published on my blog.***

💗 Thank you for reading! I am grateful for this challenge and the deep memory it brought about this special sugary treat.

I appreciate your support.💗

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