Will mistakenly Shakespeare do
to expound upon tis love
that hath endured
through
and over rocky terrains
and glorious
Suns and moons
has beclouded skies
Spurned; washed tranquil
til blue?
No, for Elizabeth Barrett Browning
knew
of tis ... too. She who wrote:
How do I love thee.
But for me
there's no need
to count the ways.
All my days
With cup in hand,
lately straight
black raises me
to barely stand
before Birds
chirping
eagerly for dirty worms
or other treats from
parental beaks.
Seated and poised
before the dawn of
any given day
Meditating
or in silence
praying.
Or during
daily annoyances
and distracting noise
traffic and delays.
With constancy I love you
I do--
this loyal liquid
(not instant but brewed.)
Though in the past
cup after cup
proved not enough.
I drank it greedily
varied 24/7
as newlyweds.
Now, the mere smell
makes me smile
content to surround
myself with heavenly aromas
in specialty cafes.
Anywhere and
in any emergency
Morning or noon
a pot hot,
not luke warm,
always ready.
Steadily,
I pace myself
with tis love
at times bitter
to consume.
to expound upon tis love
that hath endured
through
and over rocky terrains
and glorious
Suns and moons
has beclouded skies
Spurned; washed tranquil
til blue?
No, for Elizabeth Barrett Browning
knew
of tis ... too. She who wrote:
How do I love thee.
But for me
there's no need
to count the ways.
All my days
With cup in hand,
lately straight
black raises me
to barely stand
before Birds
chirping
eagerly for dirty worms
or other treats from
parental beaks.
Seated and poised
before the dawn of
any given day
Meditating
or in silence
praying.
Or during
daily annoyances
and distracting noise
traffic and delays.
With constancy I love you
I do--
this loyal liquid
(not instant but brewed.)
Though in the past
cup after cup
proved not enough.
I drank it greedily
varied 24/7
as newlyweds.
Now, the mere smell
makes me smile
content to surround
myself with heavenly aromas
in specialty cafes.
Anywhere and
in any emergency
Morning or noon
a pot hot,
not luke warm,
always ready.
Steadily,
I pace myself
with tis love
at times bitter
to consume.
© Lucretia Mccloud, 5 days ago
This is a contest for anyone of you who loves coffee,
so I just want poems about what appeals to you
when drinking this delicious nectar.
Do you drink your coffee black, with milk or sugar ? Ever been to Starbucks? Do you drink your morning coffee only to wake up
or do you drink this coffee throughout the day ?
Just use your vivid imagination ... People who never drink coffee, please abstain
so I just want poems about what appeals to you
when drinking this delicious nectar.
Do you drink your coffee black, with milk or sugar ? Ever been to Starbucks? Do you drink your morning coffee only to wake up
or do you drink this coffee throughout the day ?
Just use your vivid imagination ... People who never drink coffee, please abstain
