“I have measured
out my life with coffee spoons.” - T. S. Eliot
Poetry Jam this week sets as its theme the doublet tea/coffee. Contributors are invited to: “Write about your first cup in the morning, or a special event that happened when you were drinking either at home or in a café. Share your fist cup of the day with us.”
Although I love tea and drink quite a bit of it, coffee is what I choose to start my day with. As far as the way that I drink it is concerned, typically a caffé latte in the morning, and if I have another cup during the day, it is usually an espresso or a double espresso without any sugar – coffee that is dark, strong, bitter and aromatic. Occasionally I will have a Vienna coffee or rarely a cappuccino.
Here is my poetic contribution:
Haiku for an Autumn Morning
Look! The East’s on fire
Darkness is quickly dispelled:
I start to think of work.
A crowded train; packed
Escalators, hubbub, din –
Cold streets are empty.
Fragrance of coffee
Warm cup; steam in the cold air.
Bitter taste, absence.
Words, numbers, papers:
My desk chaotic. Your call
Orders my morning.
A full day ahead,
The diary’s crammed, I talk on,
Loth to lose your voice.
A sunny morning,
Cool air and leaves that yellow:
Work as clouds gather.
Poetry Jam this week sets as its theme the doublet tea/coffee. Contributors are invited to: “Write about your first cup in the morning, or a special event that happened when you were drinking either at home or in a café. Share your fist cup of the day with us.”
Although I love tea and drink quite a bit of it, coffee is what I choose to start my day with. As far as the way that I drink it is concerned, typically a caffé latte in the morning, and if I have another cup during the day, it is usually an espresso or a double espresso without any sugar – coffee that is dark, strong, bitter and aromatic. Occasionally I will have a Vienna coffee or rarely a cappuccino.
Here is my poetic contribution:
Haiku for an Autumn Morning
Look! The East’s on fire
Darkness is quickly dispelled:
I start to think of work.
A crowded train; packed
Escalators, hubbub, din –
Cold streets are empty.
Fragrance of coffee
Warm cup; steam in the cold air.
Bitter taste, absence.
Words, numbers, papers:
My desk chaotic. Your call
Orders my morning.
A full day ahead,
The diary’s crammed, I talk on,
Loth to lose your voice.
A sunny morning,
Cool air and leaves that yellow:
Work as clouds gather.
I enjoyed your haiku, Nick. You have given us a sense of the busy quality of life. Amidst all of the hubbub, it is good that there is time for that warm cup of coffee
ReplyDeleteI like these snippets of din and bustle and how coffee also has its place...a nice set Nick...
ReplyDeletea lovely descriptive haiku sequence, a reader quickly settles into each understanding completely your thoughts and feelings
ReplyDeletehave a nice Wednesday
much love...
Your poem evoked all the things that come to mind when I drink my first cup of coffee before a very busy day. Great photo too!
ReplyDeleteVery clever i love the blending and the variety in this just like a Paris cafe
ReplyDeleteI like the way you put these haikus together to give us the feelings around your first cup of coffee. Beautiful photo too.
ReplyDeleteNicholas,
ReplyDeleteIt was like having a walk through pages of your diary, but with scents and emotions included. The coffee seemed to almost give energy to motivation, as well as thaw the cold start...A great insight to the importance of that daily cuppa!
Eileen
A beautiful set of haiku! Your work is innovative; here's a story told in such unique terms.
ReplyDeleteI could feel this day and smell and taste the coffee that was just one of the facets of the day - albeit an important one.
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