Ode to Coffee

Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on here.  So many of you have said “write poetry” that I actually have it on my brain. Anton says a poem  should tell a story, so here goes:

Alarm!  Get up!

Go find my cup!

My brain is not awake.

My body moves,

It’s in the groove

It’s morning path to take.

Grind the beans.

Brew the pot.

A drop of honey.

Nice and hot.

I feel it as it burns my throat

And warms my tummy.

Oh so yummy.

Rhyming meter?  Maybe not.

Who cares? It’s early.

It’s all I’ve got 🙂

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8 thoughts on “Ode to Coffee

    1. I guess so, Chris. I was just a little kid then, and I’ve never read the “beat” poets. But I think you’re right. Overturn the Establishment and all that, including poetic rhyme scheme 🙂

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  1. Clever poem. I can relate to that; except for me, it’s the cup of tea. (Though I do like coffee, sometimes). It’s on with the kettle as soon as I get out of bed. Love your writing and your good humoured look at life. Looking forward to reading your future posts. All the best, Janette. 🙂

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