Dan Cwiak Poet Concrete

Coffee

Java, Espresso, Latte', Mocha, or Joe.  
                              Savory drinks to quench a thirst.
                             Warm or Cold, Tall or Short, It captures
                              the palate like none other.  Bitter or Sweet
                               Creamy or Plain, Alone or with some tasty
                                Morsel.  Its Assault on the Taste Buds...
                                 Delight! Take the Bean and grind it.
                                    Drench the cup's water in its
                            flavors.  Blend the Mix to your personality,
                          Refresh the senses with its new found aromas,
                        Take the libation....  For it is Pure Joy at any time.

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Julia Ward September 30, 2015 at 12:55 PM Mmm... Time to make the coffee. A nice poem. Dan Cwiak September 30, 2015 at 2:21 PM Thanks, Julia. You're right...I haven't had my cup of Joe yet so I think I go get one.

CayCay Godwin September 16, 2015 at 9:28 PM I am a big fan of rhyme; however, I have read enough 'unclear' prose and free verse on here to know that this is good writing. The descriptions are quite creative, the content clever ... CayCay