Poetry of Joy

Coffee Machine

a poem for coffee addicts — you’re welcome :)

Image by DesignByDessie from Pixabay

This morning
a positive outlook
brought on by
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​dancing…
as the beans​
​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ jig
in the hopper
I sashay to
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​the water filter…
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​…and back again
a doh-si-doh to fill her up
pirouette the small tin jug
gyrate the nozzle
& the milk discos its way
to a flouncy froth
then there’s me
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​on my tippy-toes
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​for my special mug
a white silk gown glaze
with a blue waltz print
rock it in my hands
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​hot but mellow
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​swirls, curtsies,
all its richness
on the first sip
as I step into the day…

Some days I wonder where the coffee machine ends and I begin … but does it matter, so long as we dance?

Thanks for reading.