French Music, Abstractions And Coffee

French music, Edith Piaf, permeating the mood of my bedroom
I sit in front of my big black cup of black coffee watching
The painterly grey foam produced from my stirring
Swirling at the surface, moving towards the sides,
The mottled blackness slowly dissipating.

The storm over the water finally gone
Now only a calm level of caffeine
Stares back at me.

A Metaphor For What Happens If You Handle Success The Wrong Way

Exhausted of wanting
The blue flame collapses into the melted wax.
Extinguished by itself
The candle, once a pillar
Now merely remains a blob
Warm and soft for now
Until the air alters it hard and brittle.