Draft in the author’s style. This poem was written for Poet of Blossom to sit beside the author’s own readings, and is waiting for the author’s review. The commentary is a working draft too.
The morning kettle hums a tune while the sunlight fills the room,
And two cups wait upon the tray like petals waiting to bloom.
You take your coffee bitter and I take mine with cream,
Yet somehow in the sharing we have built a single dream.
We do not talk of grand plans in the hush before the day,
We talk of burnt toast crumbs and of the rain along the bay.
But I have learned that love is not in fireworks or in flame,
It is in the little mercies that are done without a name.
So here's to the ordinary, to the steam and to the spoon,
To the two of us together in the morning's mellow tune.
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Commentary
This poem finds romance in a breakfast tray. Two cups of coffee, one bitter and one creamy, show how two different people can share a single morning.
The kettle “hums a tune” and “two cups wait upon the tray like petals waiting to bloom.” One person takes coffee “bitter” and the other “with cream,” yet “in the sharing we have built a single dream.”
The couple speaks not of “grand plans” but of “burnt toast crumbs” and rain on the bay. The speaker concludes that “love is not in fireworks or in flame,” but “in the little mercies that are done without a name,” and toasts “the ordinary.”