Chapter 0 - Grinding Coffee Dreams
Submitted December 23, 2014 Updated January 4, 2015 Status Complete | Thanks to Saltwater, a good friend of mine, for suggesting the above poem title. I added the "Coffee" in because it needed the word coffee. I usually hint to the readers what I'm going to write about. Yep. Please do not misuse my poem for any other outside purpose. I do not tolerate plagiarism.
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Chapter 0 - Grinding Coffee Dreams
Chapter 0 - Grinding Coffee Dreams
Awaking with a start,
I rise and turn it off.
Rushing outside,
closing the door behind, slowly, softly.
I fall down onto the sofa,
making sure to be loud, but not intentionally.
Meh. Who knows?
It was just a regular morning.
Deep in thought,
I hear a sound that felt like a
Call and repeat section
of the orchestra.
I call,
you repeat.
Here,
there.
Then it was over and onto
something new.
It sounded like something I heard all too often:
a volcano erupting!
Bursting into existence
after a time spent dormant.
Then it was over.
It suddenly fell into a rhythmic beat that
just wasn't
rhythmic
AT ALL.
Something like the sound of raindrops on an aluminum roof,
drip drop.
Random! No beat, no rhythm..
No life. Just a steady random beat of rumble.
Then it transitioned into a beat
with multitudes of others joining in.
Faster, it went!
My foot had to quicken its pace to match the sound.
Faster, faster, FASTER!
Then it stopped.
Fading away,
into a new sound...
As a airplane zoomed by, faintly in the distance,
it gives its final bow to the audience:
a small grumble of sound that goes from the dynamics to the feelings of
andante. Just as quick as a fiddle!
Blowing out its last legacy like
blowing out a candle.
It stops.
And it is no more.
That's when I realize I awoke to the sound of a different coffee maker.
I rise and turn it off.
Rushing outside,
closing the door behind, slowly, softly.
I fall down onto the sofa,
making sure to be loud, but not intentionally.
Meh. Who knows?
It was just a regular morning.
Deep in thought,
I hear a sound that felt like a
Call and repeat section
of the orchestra.
I call,
you repeat.
Here,
there.
Then it was over and onto
something new.
It sounded like something I heard all too often:
a volcano erupting!
Bursting into existence
after a time spent dormant.
Then it was over.
It suddenly fell into a rhythmic beat that
just wasn't
rhythmic
AT ALL.
Something like the sound of raindrops on an aluminum roof,
drip drop.
Random! No beat, no rhythm..
No life. Just a steady random beat of rumble.
Then it transitioned into a beat
with multitudes of others joining in.
Faster, it went!
My foot had to quicken its pace to match the sound.
Faster, faster, FASTER!
Then it stopped.
Fading away,
into a new sound...
As a airplane zoomed by, faintly in the distance,
it gives its final bow to the audience:
a small grumble of sound that goes from the dynamics to the feelings of
andante. Just as quick as a fiddle!
Blowing out its last legacy like
blowing out a candle.
It stops.
And it is no more.
That's when I realize I awoke to the sound of a different coffee maker.
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Saltwater on January 1, 2015, 3:12:08 PM
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For the title what about: "Grinding dreams" ? ;-) luotakulu on January 4, 2015, 11:37:51 AM
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That sounds very nice. Thank you, for the suggestion and the favorite. C8Saltwater on January 10, 2015, 12:24:29 PM
Saltwater on
welcome, always a pleasure! :-)