Another piece about coffee! What can I say, I just really love coffee! Jackie Chan couldn't have said it better:
"Coffee is a language in itself"
To me and to many around the world coffee is indeed a language, a way of life, a passion, and more. Well, poetry is my language, and often find myself writing a lot of poetry about coffee. Perhaps it's because I often drink coffee while I write. Do let me know what you think of this poem in the comments and subscribe to be notified when I post!
A bitterly beautiful
Dance on the tip of the tongue ,
Burns right through one’s being
And bone,
Sharp and sleek,
It slides down the soul
And into this void
Which it fills
With shooting stars
And racing cars
And fancy fickle thoughts
Of floral dreams,
Soft skin that gleams
With the aura
Of timeless charms
And brawny arms —
Cacao notes and nutty noise
Seep through the roasted rhymes
Whilst morning chimes
To compose the synaptic
Verse and rhythm
Of treacled thoughts
And rose-coloured glasses —
Caffeinated crimes
Misting the lenses
And charring one’s palms
To a crisp shadow
Of late nights and wronged rights,
Of empty cups and sallow sights —
Java joy is one of
Life’s respites.
© 2021 Shreya Alagramam
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