Smell The Coffee

I’ve been putting together selected poems from my blog, as well as adding some new ones in my forthcoming book, ‘Becoming Ink’. This poem fitted the prompt of ‘The Moment’. This is a poem reflecting ‘the last straw’- as it were.

With graveyards shouting “No Vacancies!”

and politicians lying through whitened teeth

while road works add supreme spice to

to that gauntlet into work,

it’s not the sense of chaos

neither is it the cacophony filling the air

But it’s looking down

and seeing a broken shoelace

– this is the moment that drives a man

or woman

to scream

© Vivian Zems

Poets United- Midweek Motif A/The Moment