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.
Bliss
Goals accomplished.
The block I felt all week gone!
Hooray.
The Weeknd begins.
Peace.
Love.
Freedom.
A new beginning.
Changes.
All ahead.
Forward.
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.
Learn more at: http://www.pattysworlds.com

3 Comments

  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.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *