I decided it’s time I wrote about coffee again, and I like to challenge myself to write about a common topic in an uncommon way. So I’ve decided to close out January with a 3-day challenge to myself to write a brand new coffee cinquain for the last 3 days of the month. And if any of my viewers would like to join the challenge, you are very welcome to do so. Just write your own coffee cinquain on your own site and hop over here and put the link to it in the Comment Window below. If you’re not familiar with cinquain, you can find an explanation on my poetry site at this link: Ahyoka/Cinquain.
So let’s get started with Day 1’s poem.
Is starting right:
My coffee’s black and hot,
My cup entwined in happy leaves.
Well, here we are at day 7 of this series already. This poem will finish up our little coffee adventure. Hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have. And today I’ve chosen to use Cinquain — one of my favorite poetic forms — to render my coffee thoughts.
Coffee: Delightful drink. Beverage of choice world-wide. Stimulates yet comforts body And soul.
Coffee’s good for many things, according to reports: It stops a headache fast as any meds. Science tells us that it can protect from heart disease And certain kinds of cancer hold in check. Neurologists have proven coffee quickens brain response And stress and tension it can help release. It’s nice to know my favorite bev’rage is so good for me. I wonder how it works for soaking feet.
C is for the comfort That comes from every cup. O for turn the switch ‘ON’ — leave it there. The first F is for fragrance; The aroma is unique. The second F for friends with whom I share. The first E is for eating Something yummy with each cup. The last E for erase: Gone are my cares!
How about a week of coffee poems? Are you up for that, Readers??? Well, I need to lighten my mood this week, and coffee does that for me. So get ready for 7 days of “Coffee Is A Poem.”
The mornings now are frosty; A nip is in the air. My favorite month — October — Is golden everywhere. And even though I’m bothered By some aggravating cares, I have a fine elixir — Ah, it’s fragrance fills the air: I’m brewing up some coffee, And I’ve made enough to share. I’m yearning for my ‘Happy Place.’ Come, Coffee — take me there.