For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #54
breathing, against, birds, impossible, skull, bricks,
coffee, unfolds, comes, sleeping, white, probability
For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #246
surface, last, flow, used, talk, us,
stands, hope, circle, end, drips, tales
For NaPoWriMo: Day 10
And Poets United: Poetry Pantry #297
For Those of Us Who Don’t
Don’t hold it against me,
I don’t drink coffee. First
time I tried, it made brick
colored stains on my shirt,
and talked for hours after.
Seemed to unfold my skull
‘til thoughts were drip-dropping
like birds will sometimes do,
and hope of sleep wasn’t even
On the surface, blended with
white cream, it looks impossibly
smooth and bland. Seemingly
delicious flow, breathing warm
hope of soothing circle of quiet
contemplation, whispered tales
of memory, and maybe inspiration
for a really good poem.
But in the end, it lasts forever.
Standing alone, it jumps amidst
stomach muscles, using them
like a trampoline artist, coming
back up over and over and over
Elizabeth Crawford 4/10/16
Notes: Don’t think this one needs notes. The image is a Mandala created by a friend from a photo I took. Not a kaleidoscope app, but one that calls for cutting and pasting. I used all of the words, including one in the title.
Sorry that coffee is not a friend for you as it for many. Essential for some such a writers with a deadline! I must commend you in combining so many prompt words. I like the words to play with my brain and then sweep up the results in some sort of order!
Excellent Wordling. Coffee is a forbidden fruit for me.
I like to drink coffee but i hate the smell – so your line about the brick coloured stains on your shirt raised a smile – nothing that stops sleep is worth imbibing!
a delicious treat….
Ooh this is scrumptious.. 😀 your poem is delightful!
Well said. Personally I love my coffee – but perhaps you might just enjoy the aroma when others drink it.
I’ll never hold it against you, I”m one of those people who spills things easily and with regularity. I’m afraid I’d stain another of your shirts. 😉 Tea..some day we can share a cup of tea!
Ha, this characterization of coffee made me smile, Elizabeth! You were really inspired.
I know this is the jolt once felt, after sinking deeper into addiction the caffeine mellows, and you are hooked.. Actually i admire you for staying away.
I love coffee, but I can’t go without the creamer. I really like the photo you used here… I initially thought it was done again using the kaleidoscope app. 🙂
Again I could use allllllllll the words, but I also did use one in the title. Coffee will do just that.
Bravo a fantastic wordle … I’d drunk coffee since I was around six … it never bothered me at all – living in Italy I began obviously to drink Italian espresso … which by the way I discovered has far less caffeine than the American brew, when I went back to the States. I had difficulty drinking it precisely for the reasons indicated in your poem – it was a really horrible experience! If I want to drink the long stuff it has to be decaf …
A perfect description of the woes of coffee…but I am so addicted to the taste now, that I must have one strong cup of black coffee…even the smell intoxicates me. I am hopelessly consumed…unless it keeps coming back up again. Then all bets are off and I stay away.
It seemed to unfold my skull! What a great, vivid line.
I like the description of the “trip” coffee took you on. Some people might enjoy that, lol. I rarely drink it myself. You did admirably, weaving in all the words.
Ha…..as someone who HATES coffee……I loved this poem. And the image of coffee using your stomach muscles as a trampoline is just such a fantastic image….though not so fantastic for you, I’d imagine 😉
Elizabeth, I am a coffee lover and a lover of this clever poem 🙂
Coffee is something I have to have in the morning myself…love how you described your coffee experience here Elizabeth…made me smile! 🙂
I’m addicted to coffee. In fact after reading this, I went straight to the kitchen and made a another cup!
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what a great theme: the coffee bean and its vicissitudes!
A very interesting theme well expressed with “vigor” 🙂
Your words melted into your verse. Nice!