'Coffee Steam'

the cup warms my hands,

juice of a sun

pulling me back from the drift

of screens, voices,

the blur of modern morning.

steam rises—

ghosts of forgotten forests,

whispering in brown swirls,

rich as earth after rain.

i drink,

and the pulse steadies—

an ember alive in the chest,

a song not yet lost

to the cold mechanics of the day.

i wish the taste would linger longer,

like the hush of tide

holding stones for a moment

before pulling them back,

grains scattering—

memory dissolving.

but for now,

there is warmth,

there is breath,

there is this small fire to begin again.

Generating using new GPT : ' AP Freeverse Poetry Maker' which is instructed to use only my old poetry collections (many in the 'freeverse' poetry style, here in this publication) as the basis to explore or generate unique poems for any occasion.

Give it a try, yourself, and leave review, if you're on OpenAI.