Simplest Pleasures

 

How can it be
that time spent
with a pre-dawn
cup of coffee
means so much?

Because
simplest pleasures
in the everyday
deliver treasures
every day.

Humans love  
to love what
they love.

It’s simple,
not complex.
Right, Love?

4 comments

  1. Jan,

    You warm us through and through with the serenity of your lovely words.
    Impossible to read your poem without feeling the peace and joy interwoven
    throughout.

    I raise my cup to your and yours. This poem is so fitting for the day before
    Thanksgiving (or any day). I count it, as well as your poetry and your presence
    among the beauty of my day.

    May you and your family and loved ones have a wonderful Thanksgiving
    with blessings that fill all your days.

    Sarah

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  2. we do indeed “love to love what we love” and often there is no explanation for it being so. Coffee before dawn though can be easily understood as a special time. The French have a phrase for it that translates as, “the heart has reasons that reason alone can not understand”, or there abouts.
    I have used it many times when even I can’t understand why I love what I love.
    your poem invokes that peaceful moment then drops a zinger in the tail.
    It’s simple,
    not complex.
    Right, Love?
    very well done
    ely

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  3. Some of the smallest things (to some they are small)
    in life bring us the greatest joy,
    and some food for the spirit.

    Enjoyed reading this morning.
    Happy Thanksgiving, Jan!

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  4. Enjoyed reading it and the comments, especially Ely’s “zinger in the tail.” I agree. You DO have a way with words. Makes a tired heart glad enough to get up and make a special coffee.
    ptc

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