Daily April poem(s): one about coffee, one about wine
April 17, 2014
HOW I KNOW I'M HOME
cold coffee splashes
over half-moons of ice
scattering splenda
into the morning air
-- far from the thick mud
scented with cardamom
which I drank from thimbles
beneath vaulted ceilings --
this is sweet and milky
thin as a rain puddle
ice knocking the glass
like muted wind chimes
SPRING EVENING
vinho verde winks
promising a good time
beneath cheap eyeshadow
Today's NaPoWriMo prompt invites the writing of a poem which uses three of the five senses. After a while it became clear that my first draft needed to split into two poems, so I wound up with one longer one, one shorter one. The short poem doesn't really fulfill the prompt, but I like it anyway.
Moadim l'simcha -- for those who are celebrating Pesach, I hope your festival is full of rejoicing! And for those who are counting the Omer, happy second day of the Omer -- the day of gevurah she'b'chesed, boundaried strength within lovingkindness.