O, Dark Master

The best part of waking up...

I was only fifteen

In the beginning

My longing was deep; 

I thought I was sinning

Back then I thought

You needed much more

I'd add heavy cream

And sugar galore

Now stepping up 

To the coffee bar

I see you are perfect

Just as you are

Reaching for you

My heart just beats faster

For you, my caffeinated,

Dark-roasted master

Reviews

[Will]

I almost thought this was going an entirely different route. Phew! But I liked it, the simplest things can be so much more, perhaps the coffee and the additives you use symbolize some advance in maturity. Eh, for some reason i feel philosophical and ranty today. Great write as always, Rita.

[Rita L. Sev]

Ha! Yeah, nothing philosophical here - just an ode to my addiction! As you know, I write a lot about simple, everyday things. Thanks, Will!

[Will]

It's kinda refreshing to find something new in the simplest of everyday activities. Anytime, Rita. Keep on writing!

[Holly Mason]

whhooo teach wasn't sure where I was headed after that title
dang good write
it is the dark master isn't it
living dangerously at 15 you wild girl*)
from sugar to black...don't take our coffee back
this is adorable
thank you for sharing

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks, Holly, for your fun and kind review! At 15, I was working in a Dunkin' Donuts, early in the mornings. There was plenty of coffee there, and one thing led to another... ;)

[Lina Grey]

...is having' Folger's in your cup :D lol i honestly don't like coffee (i feel like a sinner when I say that reviewing a poem about coffee) but my brother's been addicted since he was seven... great ode to your master, dear. love the rhymes :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you! You'll have to share this with your brother, fellow caffeine addict :)

[Lina Grey]

haha I will! :) you're welcome

[Chris]

So you "heard" the Folger's jingle echo inside too as this wound its way along the paper - or do you only keyboard (as a verb it's so more meaning-full than merely "type")?

[Rita L. Sev]

Yes, the jingle filled my head as I pondered my affair with coffee - I guess you could say it's "our song". About keyboarding, I must use a pen and paper to compose. I just have to feel the words flowing from the pen to be truly connected to them.

[Chris]

The sound of the nib scrawling across layered parchment is memorable... few ever speak of its FEEL as the vibrations flow through the fingertips and back beind the eyes. My avatar is quite real as well. Renaissance Fairs are storytelling occasions.

[Chris]

forgive fumbly fingers - beind = behind ...I actually do keyboard well but is a new and less type-sensitive one.

[Hand Held Writer]

A poem about coffee... why haven't I thought if this yet? From one coffee addict to possibly another, you brewed a very nice blend in this writing. MmmMmm good!

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, HH! Yes, a fellow addict. Coffee has given so much pleasure, I thought it deserved a poem (or two...). Thanks for reading!

[Just Kim]

very nicely written

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank You.

[Amy Azra Dean]

Loved the "Dark Roast Master" line,I love a good Coffee, enjoyed reading this a lot :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you!

[Jennifer Gladen]

A poem that hits the mark for me!

[quinfinn]

all hail dark roast! i feel you 100% in this one! what a clever and quirky little write...charming!

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you!