An Ode to the Common Coffee Mug (Poem)

Upon my kitchen counter, you reside,

A vessel of porcelain, ordinary, yet profound,

Touched by morning sun, you awake, a trusted guide,

In your hollow, the day's first whispers are found.

Oh humble coffee mug, you cradle dawn's delight,

Harboring the elixir that stirs the mind from sleep.

Your round form in my palms feels just right,

Your warmth seeping in, a secret we silently keep.

Your edges kissed by lips still dreamy,

With each sip, you offer a caffeinated embrace.

The aroma rising, swirling, steamy,

In your presence, time slows its pace.

Through every yawn, you've been my ally,

A sentinel standing by as the world rushes so fast.

From day's start to the quiet of the night, oh so sly,

You're the unsung hero, steadfast, unsurpassed.

Shadows of the day reflected in your glossy glaze,

Each stain, a story etched into your surface.

A silent witness to my thoughts, my unfazed gaze,

In the ordinary, through you, I find a sacred space.

Oh noble coffee mug, in you, a universe swirls,

An ode to your simplicity, to your everyday art.

In the grand symphony of life, amid the twirls,

It's you, dear mug, that holds a piece of my heart.

From morning's quiet to the hush of the night,

In your simple form, a comforting song is spun.

In life's complexity, it's you that sets it right,

A toast to you, dear mug, unsung yet never undone.