Today I decided not to do the prompt, which was a poem using phrases found in the index of a book, but of course I still wrote a poem! I decided to try the theme from yesterday again, describing something and ending with a more abstract line.
I spoon the fine, sand-like grounds
Into a thin white paper filter,
The water in the reservoir, clear, plenty,
I press the button “Brew Now,” obediently
It goes, through the filter, into the clear pot,
Becoming deep brown bitter liquid
In my painted porcelain cup,
Bitter but beautiful, not woeful, wonderful,
Because I need to wake up.