“The Brew”
I look at the machine.
It’s... plastic. Black.
Waiting.
You take the scoop.
Now, this is important. The grounds? They have to be... precise.
If you don't... measure?
Well.
Disaster. Obviously.
You pour the water. In the back.
It makes a sound. A gurgle. Like a... wounded bird.
But efficient.
The drip.
...
The drop.
...
It takes... time.
And then? You drink it.
Black. No sugar.
Maybe... a little cream. If you're feeling... wild.
But you gotta ask yourself...
Did you clean the pot?
Because if you didn't...
We have a problem.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Time to shake things up a bit🕊️🙏🏻🎭🤩
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Sounds like coffee but I don't make mine like that mine is expresso ground fine filled half full boiling water poured over as it runs into the cup, the stronger the better. But could this be a bit of a metaphor my dear friend everything now days is mechanized, measured, plastic, sanitized sorry I'm too old school for that. Do rinse my cup though.
So true about coffee and metaphors. Thanks, Soren🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome Cryptic
Loved it! Deliberate and easy paced.
Thanks Katie B, a very reassuring read🙏🏻🕊️
good write my friend
Thanks, my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Ohh, a pot of tea for me, thanks! lol.
Me too! Tea’s a tad more straightforward than coffee which can be a full on ritual 🙏🏻🕊️
Rik, you got me with this one. The pacing and pauses absolutely sell the voice here…like someone treating the sacred ritual of coffee-making with life-or-death seriousness. It’s weirdly tense and hilarious at the same time. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Glad that worked out. It was quite harrowing to get it just so🙏🏻🕊️🤩
Enjoy your writing, my friend. Your poem focuses on the physical act of brewing coffee, but it also hints at broader themes of care, the potential for failure, and the significance of small choices in life.
All intertwined for some simple for others ritualistic and even ceremonial. Each to their own tradition and familiarity. 🙏🕊️
I'm Old School with Instant Coffee. Definitely not Black. As always: A fine Poem.
Same. But having said that, the occasional sleight of hand and theatrical flourish of aficionados can prove entertaining and quite satisfying in doses. Many thanks dear friend 🙏🕊️
Gotta love coffee.But I suspect there is more to this than meets the coffee cup. Its about the need to do things right.Good fun
Haha, not so much me but we have those close to us that need things done a certain particular way 🤩🙏🏻🕊️
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