This is linked with the Writers’ Pantry and was also partially inspired by First Line Friday, though it is not according to the prompt.
In the morning’s softened light,
Coffee’s rising steam:
As I watch, it dissipates,
Like the briefest dream.
I imbibe the bitter taste
Peaceful in expression,
Would that I could grateful be
For life’s messy sections!
This time is a nightmare part —
Won’t it like a dream depart?
This post is in response to SoCS today. We are supposed to write about whatever is next to us when we read the prompt. Update: I am also sharing this with the wonderful Writers’ Pantry.
Cradled close to me
Is my warm, strong coffee,
Beside me a book of
Puzzles — sudoku —
Tough enough to be fun
But not impossible —
How I wish
This current crisis
Could quickly be fixed,
Like putting numbers
In a 9 – by – 9 grid.
The picture is of my sudoku book, open to the next puzzle!
This haibun-ish poem is written in response to DVerse Poetics “now I can see” prompt. Follow the link for more information and many responses.Note: I wasn’t sure what to write for this prompt, but then my friend bought me coffee beans and left them on the porch with a nice little note.
When the barn has burned down,
oh, you can see the moon!
When the structure has crumbled,
soon, naturally, you can see peace.
When the churches are closed,
you realize more deeply, what
Jesus means by, “I am with you always.”
When we must stay far apart,
we find new ways to share our heart.
morning, a surprise:
friendship grows through coffee gift
outside on the porch
Today at DVerse Poetics, we are sharing poems that include taboo subjects. I wrote this cherita this morning before reading the prompt, but I think it is fitting, even though I intended this to be humorous, not serious, Nevertheless, it is a true story! Gasp!
I would sneak off to go to Mass.
One time, I jaywalked, while getting
High on sugar, from a Slurpee.
I take my coffee black,
And I have been known
To drink it from a teacup.
This is a tribute to one of my good friends, a little late for the prompt at Poets United, but still worth posting.
When the morning seems a little bleak,
If we meet, and over cups of coffee
Talk about most anything — not only
My difficulties but your life and His
Resurrection — you, my friend,
Your very presence is good medicine.
At DVerse, we are asking, “What day is it anyway?”. This poem was inspired by my usual Thursday schedule, since I have all morning to myself that day. I go to work in the afternoon and evening on Thursdays but wanted to ignore that in my poem. 🙂
Thursday I will lose myself
In several types of books.
I will swim in a coffee cup
And be inwardly warmed up.
May the morning wake refreshed
And beautifully stretch.
It is JusJoJan day 2! We are prompted to write about a photo taken in the past week. This was taken the afternoon of December 31st, when I went to Starbucks to write and read. It was quite a productive time, since I wrote several poems and finished reading a book! In the photo, you can see my poetry notebook and a glimpse of what I have been writing.
I might as well share the poem with you!
Water to wine on a wedding day,
Jesus cares for their celebration.
When joy is fleeting forget not to pray,
For the Lord cares for His creation.
Cana cradled a miracle, bringing joy
To the heart of every attendee;
May Jesus His power mercifully employ,
To bring joy to man, and reminders to me.