Break time a poem by Patty L Fletcher

Break time a poem by Patty L Fletcher

Beads of condensation form on the frosty bottle.
The his pop as the cap pops free
I lived the bottle and smell the wonderful smells of yeast, hops, and all the other wonderful things within.
I take a drink.
Slowly… Slowly… Slowly…
Foamy liquid pours into my mouth over my tastebuds and down my throat.
Goals accomplished.
The block I felt all week gone!
The Weeknd begins.
A new beginning.
All ahead.
13 years ago things changed.
Now they changed again.
Time for round two

Patty Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works as an author and social media marketing assistant.
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  1. Tasha Halpert Reply
    May 4, 2024

    Well said!!! Fond hugs.

  2. Robbie Cheadle Reply
    May 6, 2024

    A lovely poem, Patty. It reminded me of my mom. She used to enjoy drinking beer.

    1. Hi, Robbie.
      I’m glad I could bring about a pleasant memory.
      I try not to over indulge but I do like a drink or two in the evenings when I’ve done a good day’s work. Yesterday was one such day.

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