Coffee the elixir that soothes the soul
from wretched heartache
or morning out of control
No syrupy sweetness to mask the bold
No fancy flavors for me to hold
Just give me dark roastness
flavor can’t be beat
no icky bitter French
or taste of stinky feet
I’ll take a dash of cream
To rich the richness
Of aroma dreams
But more than this
I would gather up
a friend or two
to share a cup
We are both PERFECT in our IMPERFECTIONS
In response to More Cream in my Coffee over at Poetry Channel.
and If You and I Were Having Coffee with Writing Wings for you.
WE’VE GOT SOME COFFEE POEMS GOING ON. WHAT DO YOU HAVE?
***The above photo is from an art piece from my textile workshop. What I love about it is that it’s PERFECT in it’s IMPERFECTIONS just like me at Coffee Talk.