One More Mouthful – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” T.S. Eliot

One More Mouthful

As I stare into the dregs
I suddenly realise that I 
never liked Winston,
all his blather about coffee,
not delivering taste riled me.

I stare at my empty cup and
desire one more mouthful,
the smell tantalises but the 
flavour seduces me completely.

I touch the rim and feel the 
strength of the residue,
a drink not to be forsaken for
the lighter pleasures whose 
flavour never lingers.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, passion, poem, quote

30 responses to “One More Mouthful – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. blindzanygirl


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  2. Very well described!🧑


  3. I didn’t think you liked coffee, but I’m easily confused😂. As I’m reading this post enjoying an English toffee latte. I tried to go to tea as a hot drink but nope☺️🤷🏼‍♀️


  4. Yes, add me more. ☕ ☕ ❤

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  5. What a grounded (no pun intended!) poem full of mindful details.

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  6. I think coffee is okay…that’s all just okay. I know that is shocking to coffee lovers.

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  7. Charis Counselling

    Yes I totally agree but in the days when i wasn’t a coffee drinker I didn’t understand to fuss but now I do – you once again have put it so well in your creative words


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  8. Although I don’t care for coffee, I like this lovely poem, Paul. Oddly, I do like the aroma of coffee! 🙂


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