Just coffee, safe



Dark theater holding



Dinner next, desire



door opens to



Random pattern of



strewn across the



Silent morning after,



with guilt ridden


Posted to the Imaginary Garden in response to FireBlossom’s prompt for a temptation/confession poem.


Filed under Poetry

9 responses to “Mistake

  1. That sounds like the confession of a convent girl!

  2. Hmm, isn’t that just the way of it, sometimes, too? Thanks for participating in FBF!

  3. You write this scene so well, the reader feels that solitary morning after.

  4. I could picture this… I like how such few words told an interesting story.

  5. Oh wow…what a collection of snapshots, so much feeling in so few words. Nicely done.

  6. Attraction and conscience are mutually exclusive, as your piece so aptly shows.

  7. Oh yes, how easily “just coffee” can lead to feelings of guilt if we let it. These days, just coffee sometimes leads to sinful desserts, but not much more. However, I do remember a time…

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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