For a grind, grating on his ear,
near to cacophony as any sound
round about sunrise,
eyes open barely enough to see,
he seems not to mind,
finding satisfaction in the scene,
beans’ aroma pleasing,
teasing his palate with yet to be savored
flavor, its brew offering so much more,
for a grind, grating on his ear.
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #7: Circular Poem
Circular poem – the first line rhymes with the first word of the following line and so on, returning back to the first line, with lines of any length
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Nice one! It always amazes me when you make sense while insisting on a rhyme, and ending up back where you started. It works!
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Haha! So true, so true, and expressed so lovingly. 🙂
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No better way to start a day!
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You not only met, but also conquered the challenge. Well done!
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Thank you! Jane’s challenges have been fun.
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