Coffee

doodle, ink, Meredith's poetry, sketch book

I stare into my coffee in the morning

Black, then creamy brown

Milky, like a baby’s skin

And all I see is nothing

Not the day before me or the night behind me, but nothing

I sip and taste the slight bitterness and acidity

It heats my chest

It spreads

that warm nothing

A lazy morning feeling

languid and slow

I take a longer drink and then let the liquid settle

Enjoying the peace and quiet

A song comes on breaking the silence but not ending my quiet feeling

It makes me think of people I love and home

I feel safe

Another sip of coffee

My dog rubs against my leg

I thaw

I move

I wake up

I finish my coffee and start the day

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Permanent Record

sketch book

I started a new sketch book recently and decided that I needed to get back in the swing of drawing more often.  So I’ve been going places that I can sit and draw.  I started with one of my favorite coffee shops in Silver Spring, Zed’s Cafe.  However I felt a bit conspicuous since it’s a small place.  So I went to Union Station where there are more people and I could blend in more.

I did several sketches in Union Station and showed them to a friend of mine to see what she thought.  Her response was “Why are you doing it with pens?”. She thought it would be better to do it with pencil so I could erase.  Maybe I will use a more forgiving medium in the future but I like pen.  If I work in pen I have to get everything down fast and overlap things and there’s a record of all my marks.  I find that useful for generating confidence and having a good time with sketching.