The steam rose, like jet propulsion,
and that high-pitched squeal announced,
the coffee waiting with patient resolve,
that mug yearning, my morning dream of,
The first sip a panacea,
not just wish or whim but need,
for that stimulant kick,
my drowsy slumbered half-brain tick,
to step into the day.
The warmth enveloped my being,
felt every inch going down,
and my stomach with praise sighed,
easing my empty deep frown,
and so life from the depths emerged, sound.
Light began to enter,
my kitchen found through opening eyes,
and leaning on a cupboard, weak,
I began to feel, imbibe,
Before the day, I begin to pray,
for all that dreams have held,
and now on feet, my brain I meet,
thank God for coffee,
my waking deliverance, compelled.
- Brutal Night - March 30, 2021
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7 thoughts on “Coffee Praise”
It’s amazing how just the aroma captures the senses into a morning spell. I’m grateful for my morning cup of joe too! 🙂 A resonating tribute. Cheers!
Me too Mel. Hope you and your family are well and safe. Take care.
Yes, we all agree, what would life be like without our coffee? Take care.:)
Oh that blessed first cup of morning coffee is define and truly does help one to meet the brain. Many people can relate to this delightful poem, Tony.
Thanks Phyllis, we all love our coffee, that is obvious. Cheers!
Any literary work that praises coffee is definitely something I can get behind – nice piece
Thanks Ralph. glad you enjoyed. By the way, you’re doing a great job with updating. Site looks brilliant. Cheers!