Coffee
Storm brews in the beans
Gathering a smell of chaos
The froth at the top
Is stirred up and laid down
The cup that holds the brew
Waits for an airlift…
And melted coffee mellows in the mouth
Hour 21
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Coffee
Storm brews in the beans
Gathering a smell of chaos
The froth at the top
Is stirred up and laid down
The cup that holds the brew
Waits for an airlift…
And melted coffee mellows in the mouth
Hour 21
Such energy caught in the preparation and presentation of this cup of coffee – a clever link to the ‘airlift’ that comes from the caffeine! I really enjoy the careful crafting of this poem.
Many thanks
Your wordsmithing in this is excellent, I can smell the coffee, a great example of showing instead of telling!
Thanks a lot