Morning Fuel

For FOWC: Aid. A Chaucerian stanza inspired by coffee (what else, this early in the morning?). 


To aid in waking up my coffee’s there,

Its caffeine is flowing through my veins.

Its warmth is comforting, and I’m aware

That it will help me through the day’s remains.

A slump at 3 PM — my spirit gains

More motivation, energy and verve:

‘Most anytime is good to coffee serve.

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Take-Out

At DVerse Poetics, we are talking about revolution! . I wrote this poem when the lockdown was still new, around April or early May, but I haven’t shared it before, so I hope it’s okay to share with DVerse. Also, I was inspired by a line from T.S. Eliot, here, so I apologize to him. 🙂 


I do not measure my forenoons,
Nor life, with coffee spoons,
But this month in counting
Take-out lunches:
Used to eat out often
Now we need to bring it in,
Whether it be BJ’s pizza
Or Craftsman, or anything
Else the cravings have wanted —
My cravings really ask for
Coffee, sitting at the café,
But that doesn’t need a spoon.
It needs a revolution.

Ripened Fruit

This was inspired by my breakfast this morning — inspiration can be found everywhere — and is for FOWC: Taste.


The red on my coffee cup:
Not lipstick but juice
From a ripe red strawberry
Savored this morning.

The joy is not false,
As taste of sweet
And bitter waltz, leaving
Traces of unexpected color.

 

Like a Dream Depart

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?

Beside You

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.

IMG_20200328_090428199The picture is of my sudoku book, open to the next puzzle!

I See

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

Rebel: A Cherita

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.

Good Medicine

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.

 

Welcoming Morning

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.