Black silk splashes,the cream nearly too thick to pour.
Sweetener, a nod to calorie considerations.
Tentative sips through steam
then bring it on, bring it on.
Warm belly,
wrinkles of life ironed out
by the heat of porcelain
nestled in both hands.
Heaven’s elixir,
aroma touching earth.
Antidote to hyper-healthiness,
kicking caffeine to the curb.
Jettison the java, if you can believe it!
Eejits.
Eking out a few more days, for what?
Tedious beverages with no power?
More for those of us
who drink the truth from frothy mugs:
both in heaven and below
bad things rarely
smell this good.
(c)2011 Ellen Gillette
For a while, Anthony Watkins had an online organic coffee company called Big Easy Coffee which had a poetry page. He invited people to submit coffee poems to the poetry corner of their webiste, some of which he used on the coffee packages themselves. Great coffee, but unfortunately, they went out of business. At any rate, this poem was on some of the packages! What a thrill to buy a bag of coffee for a friend with my own poem on it. Thanks, Anthony!
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