Thursday, June 22, 2006

Poetry Thursday

Black as ground coffee
they percolate low on the horizon,
roiling, boiling,
bubbling to the surface.
they overflow their cup of sky
soaking parched soil
with warm elixir.
Sated at last,
earth wakens with a smile.
This week's prompt on Poetry Thursday suggested a poem using words we love and/or words we hate. Anyone who knows me is aware that coffee is one of my great obsessions. As I was drinking this morning's brew, a much needed summer storm rolled in. The moist downpour was a jolt of caffeine to our dry, brown grass and wilted flowers. They perked up just like I do after my first cup! I love all these works associated with making coffee too, especially "percolate"- (thanks, Annie!) So, it seemed natural to put it all together.


Blogger AnnieElf said...

Becca, this is marvelous. You have totally capture the essense of the brew from start to finish. One of these Thursday I'll have to participate in Poetry Thursday. Oh and re: percolate - you are very welcome :-) Cool, cool word.

Blogger Tammy said...

Perfection! I need to run to Starbucks :) Great job with comparision.

Blogger mikim said...

I love the java myself and this is a great poem using words related to brewing a good cup of coffee. Wonderful!

Blogger Colorsonmymind said...

I love coffee and storms
Great poem

Blogger paris parfait said...

Becca what a wonderful poem! I'm not a coffee drinker - sadly, it hurts my stomach - but I think your poem using the storm/coffee theme is fantastic!

Blogger Jennifer said...

love it - now I must hit the coffee shop we are out of beans!


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