Gupta-Carlson poems

Narrative non-fiction is my genre. Poetry is my play.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Espresso

(Inspired by the Writer's Digest Poem-a-day prompt for Day 17 of National Poetry Writing Month, to write an express poem. Link to the prompt is here: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-april-pad-challenge-day-17)

Grind
Tamp
Leverage
and force the steam through
tamped
grounds.

Small cup
Big taste
A morning wake up
best downed
not sipped
a shot
not a mug.
Posted by Himanee Gupta-Carlson at 7:47 PM
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