| What would we do without coffee?
What does it do for the body?
Delicate and sometimes robust aroma
Soothes even the savage writer.
The pot holds freshness for twenty minutes;
Empty cup, one after another
'Minds the writer to switch off the old maker,
Or it would certain scorch the black gold.
While brewing the next pot,
Cups’ reveries fill hopes for inner worlds;
Writers write to reveal things unspoken,
Await ideas to filter through.
These musings penned on coffee
While rain streamed torrents outdoors;
Coffee with cream reign supreme,
Stream unending from this writer’s body.
Bach, Beethoven, and Brahms
Now this guy has only begun writing seriously,
critiquing near everything I write, as well as studying
the ways others mix words into beautiful poetry and prose.
I read writers’ quotes who presently
claim they’ve penned thoughts for years while all
those years they were writing seriously, I was studiously
practicing and performing piano works of Bach, Beethoven,
and Brahms; Liszt, Revel, and Prokofiev.
Presently, the one element I feel fortunate
to create, in my newbie writing, is rhythms of language
in written word as if the rhythms of piano composers magically
waft their delicate flow through my human, breathing form.
The rhythms of Bach, Beethoven, and Brahms
have shown us writers of the power and balming effect of
measured phrase. I want displayed in my words rhythms seemingly
unnoticed from the universal forces we call nature. |
