Heaven Sensed
A poem on the senses of coffee

The sound of tamping fine dark grounds The aromatics cleanse my olfactory Memories are stirred Locked in place Grace under pressure Pulled to perfection Rich sepia tones of crema The hissing of steam Alabaster creamy sweetness Artistry in the pour Photo worthy I breathe in the blended aroma of yin and the yang Then lips to rim Velvet and silk envelope my mouth My would be choice of apéritif* at the threshold of the gates. This can only be heaven sensed.
Denise G
*Word of origin for apéritif, from French, from Medieval Latin aperitīvus, from Latin aperīre to open
A Short Bio
An empath with newly discovered passion for writing. I find writing helps me release emotions that I carry, sometimes they are not even my own emotions, an emotional sponge so to speak. Creativity is where I find balance and release. I’m a long time photographer, mostly nature and travel photography and have recently started painting as well. I am in my renaissance, metamorphic stage or mother to crone transition in life.
I have a personal blog which contains some of my writing and photography.






