Monday, January 25, 2016

This isn't iced tea, is it? (#Poetry Monday*)

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I step to the counter.

     What would you like?
Coffee, please.
     Coffee. Iced?
No. Hot.
     One coffee, hot.

I pay and receive my order.

The cup is emblazoned
        “COFFEE”
in a fancy, bold typeface.

And there is a message
of caution,
     telling me this
     is a very hot drink.

Coffee? Hot?

The aroma is coffee.
The cup feels hot.

But how can I be certain
it’s not iced tea?

I like being certain.





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Do you like this poem or not? How do you know? Did someone tell you to like it? What do you mean you never question anything? Are you sure about that? How does Psalm 34:8 slant your thinking on this? Do you think you can share your thoughts -- if they really are “your” thoughts -- in the comments? Please do.

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2 comments:

  1. Here's a slant...there have been a few times, very few, when I've been given the wrong coffee drink at a drive-through ordering system. I have never gone back to return it, but have drunk it - maybe not all. If this happened after I had parked, gone into the store and been given the wrong drink I would have immediately reported it. The message to me is I need to get out of the comfort zone, step up and face the wrong coffee drink. This is off the top of my head, and I'm not sure what I will do with it. However, I am certain there is a message in it somewhere.

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    1. This is a very unique perspective! Something to think about. Thanks for commenting!

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