Marigold Muffins

A poem, or just breakfast table thoughts


Artwork by Omisha Gandhi


I wake up to the sun,

Escaping the dream run,

Dreams of choices, dreams of chase,

Dreams of desire, dreams of gaze.


I breeze in with the freshly-brewed coffee,

Vapouring in the melted-butter delicacy,

Soaking in the joy of pancakes and maple syrup,

Lost with the marigolds on the table, as the day gears up.


I sit and ponder if life is a dream,

Of joy, of light, like strawberry and fresh cream,

I sit and ponder if life is a tale,

Of coffee and flowers immortalising, without turning stale.


I ask the marigolds if they could turn into muffins,

So I can eat up all the soaked sun, with my coffee, all in.

I ask the marigolds if they could turn into muffins,

So I can hold the light, shine bright, ignite each day and each night.

#poem #tforthoughts

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