Today, I learned what an “ode” is. Simply put, it’s a poem glorifying a person, place or thing. Unlike limericks, haikus, and other rigorously constructed verse, odes can be more free form — rhyming or not, structured or not, etc..
Because I was facing writer’s block with another project, I have distracted myself by writing an ode to you about what I (half-jokingly) love most in this world — coffee.
An ode to coffee
I toss and turn until the morning hour
My head it aches, and my breath is sour
My brain does not want to wake up and what for?
A day of fatigue, brain fog, and much more?
What is this feeling? Am I going insane?
I know my body, its strength, and its pain
I must come to grips with what I know is true
Addicted to coffee? Yes, I love you.
With new focus I drop my feet to the floor
Right foot, then left foot, then right foot once more
I open the drawer, my heart sings in delight
A bag of fresh beans! Dear god, what a sight!
I tear the bag open, and breathe you right in
My heart thumps, you brew, it tickles my skin
How can I best profess the love that I feel?
You’re an elixir, a drug, strength; I’ll heal.
But words aren’t enough to express my pure joy
There are rhythms, beats, and rhymes to employ
Oh coffee, my savior, I give now to you
An ode, some praise, and the highest of dues.
You’re wondrous and scrumptious, a beverage of gods
I don’t deserve you, I win by all odds
I’m drinking and thinking— why must this cup end?
Until tomorrow, my true and best friend.
What do you find ode-worthy, dear Reader?