ODE TO CAPPUCINNO

NaPoWriMo Day 18

Our optional prompt for the day also honors the idea of Saturday (the Saturdays of the soul, perhaps?), by challenging you to write an ode to life’s small pleasures. Perhaps it’s the first sip of your morning coffee. Or finding some money in the pockets of an old jacket. Discovering a bird’s nest in a lilac bush or just looking up at the sky and watching the clouds go by.

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For today I am writing an ode to all coffee enthusiast’s favorite coffee blend; cappucino and a Saturday afternoon guilty pleasure of fitness enthusiasts as well. Come sit with me over a cup of cappuccino and a million lovely thoughts.

ODE TO CAPPUCCINO

 

Oh, cappuccino you’re like
secrets of silver swirly dreams
moments of silence, frosty screams
stronger visions of soft, sweet, irreplaceable joys.

 

Thank you for
being pure, light, alluring;
beautifully crafted in a whipped snow – white
heavenly cream.

 

Oh, how I love your
choco – colored clear reflections
warm, unstirred, floating hopes
sweet, hot bits of serenity
delicious criss-cross fantasies.

 

You are lovingly
blended by delicate hand
stored in a cup, freshly designed,
classically adorned.

 

 

Now the window panes, soaking with rain
against the ivory painted walls
rhythm blues played again
around cozy, midnight blue couches.

 

millions of thoughts wondering about
soothing, empowering, mirrorball of the soul.

 

ahhh! how I longed for my sweet cappuccino

 

 

P.S

You are my cappuccino
the sweetest version
with a bitter after taste

and I love you that way
sweet and bitter
doesn’t matter anyway

celebrating life in poetry

life as we know it is a migraine-inducing thing (it’s not even a thing)…to celebrate its joys and sorrows, its triumphs and defeats,… it’s amazing….after all, ONE LIFE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE in the world

so …to kick off my day and make my life beautiful as it has always been, I would have (i mean it every day) a cup (a mug….actually) of coffee every morning…but I cannot have cappuccinos at home…you know this thing when you go to Starbucks to get one…non – fat, decaff…less sugar..so here’s how I miss my cappuccino…

MY CAPPUCCINO

 

Secrets of silver swirly dreams
moments of silence, frosty screams
stronger visions of soft, sweet, irreplaceable joys.

Remain pure, light, alluring;
beautifully crafted in a whipped snow – white
heavenly cream.

Choco – colored clear reflections
warm, unstirred, floating hopes
sweet, hot bits of serenity
delicious criss-cross fantasies.

lovingly blended by delicate
stored in a cup, freshly designed,
classically adorned.

window panes, soaking with rain
against the ivory painted walls
rhythm blues played again
around cozy, midnight blue couches.

millions of thoughts wondering about
soothing, empowering, mirrorball of the soul.

ahhh! how I longed for my savory cappuccino…

p.s

in case your wondering..yes this is true to the one man I always miss;… the man who put butterflies on my stomach, the man who put my heart on my mouth, the man-made me fabled trembling knees….the LOVE OF MY LIFE …my cappuccino…