For the prompt Breakfast at the Magpie Tales
Breakfast, 1921, Fernand Leger
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hold your head-
steady between your hands;
bow your head
as though in supplication-
and let the strong,
sweet scent
slowly wafting up-
hit you.
see your face-
faint silhouette,
three day stubble,
matted hair-
and tired eyes
reflected in the cup
and bow in reverence
to its quickening
power.
wrap your hands
around its base
and feel the warmth.
drink deep, swirl it’s dregs
in your mouth’s
backparts
and let the waves
of unfettered joy
course through your veins
give in –
and kneel
in full surrender
to the joy
of your dark,
black cup.
A Geek's Life 
I like…deep
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heck yeah….and straight black for me…all hail coffee! smiles.
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nicely done…thanks for sharing your words
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I cannot begin my day without the dark, deep cup! Nice.
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Deep, black and sweet is a excellent way to start the day.
Anna :o]
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Now I’m really craving a cuppa…oh!
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lol, this reminds me Winter is really on its way!! loved it!!
How’ve u been dude?
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bow your head
as though in supplication-
never thought of it that way before.
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I don’t care for the stuff myself, but the ubiquitous coffee shrines in my neighborhood seem to attract many faithful followers. Well written!
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amazing combinations of words and talent.
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how are you?
hope to see you with poets rally today,
we love fresh talent and would be more than happy to have your share,
a random poem or a haiku is okay.
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hmmmm i like black coffee
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I don’t dring coffee
I drink milk.
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