Of tea and Coffee...

[Bane]

This was written in response to some other poets on another site. They wrote about the all around yumminess of coffee (meh). I don't like coffee, so I wrote this:

I open my eyes to the blue of the sky above me.
It's early and cool and then it hits me...
The bitter smell, the noise of the machine
As my dad grinds the beans.
A huge mug of the dark poison
And he's off to work.

I get up.
Get dressed.
Brush my hair and teeth.
Get ready
The water is boiling,
I put in the bags.
And wait
For the smell of coffee to abate.

I pour the cup and add sugar and lemon.
I drink the first one hot to warm my sleepy bones.
The caffeine hits me and I'm ready,
For that second cup of morning tea.


Normally when I try to write it's like *Ooh...shiny. Runs away* but this just came out. I don't have the time to write continually on one subject *or the ability to sit still long enough to write on said suject.*

Hehe...I really liked the idea that I posted this in a coffee thread... :devil:

[Bane]

Hmmm...never thought I would have to :bump: my own post, but I guess it happens.

[Bane]

Dragon

Dragons used to fly through the air.
So many colors, so many minds.
I would sit and watch them for hours.
Flying, looping, dipping, diving.

Now, there are no dragons.
No more colors, no more minds.
I can no longer sit and watch their flight.
Pictures on walls do not suffice.

I draw them, but do them no justice.
I hang the art upon the walls in my room.
They still fly through the sky of paper.
And I think to myself:
It’s not the same at all.