Turkish Coffee

I read my Turkish coffee cup
That speaks of tranquil days ahead
Its bitter taste upon my tongue
With olive oil and fresh baked bread

So many lives have antiqued me
And bronzed the many days I’ve seized
A simple life takes me away
As I stand in Aeolus’ breeze

The sea shimmers in rising light
I hear its waters tenderly
Whispers traipsing through my garden
With scents of dust and rosemary

Turkish coffee my sibylline
Your taste is allegorical
Tell me more of days yet to come
Embrace me in your oracle

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I wrote this poem in metered free verse.