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 🙂
Just Writing! 
The coffee struggle
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Isn’t that what “beat poetry” was all about in the 50’s and 60’s? Creating your own rhythm and rhyming structure? Like cool, man. *snaps fingers* *beats bongos* *sips espresso*
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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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It all flowed for me. The coffee theme was good.
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Ahhh. Coffee flows, energy grows.
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see another rhyme already. You are in the groove.
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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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Thank you so much. Appreciate the encouragement. 🙂
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