“Love,” he
whispered.
“What’s love got to do with it?”
she
rasped in her best Tina Turner,
pre-dawn,
‘I need coffee’ voice.
Running
on empty,
fumes
escaped her.
Though
driven,
she
couldn’t start…
wouldn’t
even turn over
until
he primed her
with
wafting tendrils
of
hot, black beans
brewing,
like
her.
Patricia
Spreng
*just·a·whiff·i·ca·tion
[juhs-tuh-wi-fi-kay-shuh n] noun
1. The process
of being made right by just a whiff
of coffee and the promise of comfort it brings.
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Joining with friends at TS Poetry Press where the
January theme is coffee or tea… and so, I add me. = )
And the good folks
at d’Verse Poets for Tuesday's Open Link Night.
:) Lovely, Pat.
ReplyDeletehaha i know the feeling....i gotta have my coffee first thing in the morning...black....smiles...and whoever gets up first makes it for the other...smiles.
ReplyDeleteLove this, Pat, even though I'm not a coffee drinker. I'm not a morning person, either - so this sounds like me. . . minus the request for beans. :>) Love the plays on words. NICE.
ReplyDeleteNeat and sweet. I like the brevity and the conversational tone, which demonstrate that a poem's impact doesn't depend on quantity of words and self-conscious imagery.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this. I am drinking my morning coffee as I respond here...my favorite time of day. Smiles.
ReplyDeletenice - I love your morning poem.
ReplyDeleteoh nice..coffee brings comfort for sure...wouldn't wanna miss my hot steamy cup of freshly brewed black coffee in the morning
ReplyDeleteNice spin...ahhh more coffee please...:-)
ReplyDeleteI revel in the scent of morning coffee brewing. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteMmm... I'm sipping on my first cup of the morning.
ReplyDeleteIronically enough, I am sipping my coffee as I read this :)
ReplyDeleteGreat blog :)
I'm on my second cup at this moment! Total addict me. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd funny, I was singing that song the other day, just that line.
I wonder what Tina's doing today? Maybe sipping coffee too -- and probably in a big big mansion.
xoxo