It had almost been
a wedding gift,
this mug, milky white,
not quite translucent,
with traces of tulips.
The husband had said,
“The green one is mine,
you can have this.”
Our first sharing, perhaps,
apart from the rings.
Morning after morning
my lips curl around
its glistening, curving rim,
like a secret kiss.
Steam and smell
serenade my senses,
as liquid flows into me
like a warm caress,
wiping away troubling,
traces of nightmares.
I had taken it with me
on a holiday once,
lain it among my clothes.
The thought of drinking
from a strange cup
had seemed askance.
someone else’s clothes,
or waking up to find
a stranger in my bed.
As I hold in now,
seeping in its warmth,
I begin to wonder.
Have I ever seeped out?
My breath whispering,
dissolving into those curves.
If someone were
to take it to their lips,
would it sing out to them,
my sonorous secrets?
For the dVerse Poet prompt ‘Everyday objects”
I like how you showed why and how a simple mug became so precious for you. We all have at least one such object. But I think nobody can fully share its deepest meaning.
True. Things precious can never be fully shared.
Those shared things and experiences so quickly turn into more than they every could be alone. This is a beautiful, loving poem to me. These mugs represent so much more.
Thanks MMMM 🙂 I guess meaning can be found in almost anything….
Mine is an old barrel mug. I bought it at a yard sale for a quarter and I have had it nearly 10 years now. It fits the hand well and warms. I know the love of a mug.
Mine is not going on 21 and is still pristine 🙂 I guess some mugs are like old shoes, fits the hand well 🙂
Ha, I understand the attachment to a particular coffee cup with a history. I used to have a plastic Panera mug that I would use day after day. Couldn’t imagine drinking coffee in something else. It eventually wore out, and I moved on. No more such a creature of habit with my coffee drinking, but I do have my favorites. It sounds as if your mug has shared a lot of history with you & vice versa. I am sure you would be heartbroken if it broke.
Yes, I did move on too, but I do keep going back to it like an old lover 🙂 Thanks for dropping in Mary.
Ohhh, this is marvelous–romantic, sensual, mysterious–love it!
Thank you Dell 🙂
that made me smile… i have a fav cup as well… and it can def. be like an old friend…so comforting and familiar..
So true Claudia. And thank you!
I do not have a favorite mug like this.. I love how you have made yours precious, and breakfast is such intimate moment… The time of habit..m
A coffee cup of memories.. a rich brew can tale..
but is there any more coffee less poetry
Hey! Your comment is poetry in itself. Thanks ! Thanks !
I have several “favorite” mugs. Love how you honor yours, and the words and thoughts in that last stanza are superb!
rich and sensual – this really captures the meaning of a relationship.
a beautiful ode!…
Love this ode to a special cup. I have several that are “my” cups in the cupboard, that no one else dare use. Peace, Linda
Yes, you don’t others to know your secrets 🙂
There is so much fun in an ordinary mug! One just cannot hold back the joys of sharing!
Had to smile at this one. I like plain white bone china mugs, too – same shape as yours, so my lips know exactly how the curve fits! Methinks we have much in common…
Yes, me thinks too 🙂
Very meaningful. Sometimes the simplest things in life can be a great treasure and comfort to us. You expressed it wonderfully!