Espresso Verse: Micro Poetry

By Kevin Robinson

Espresso verse is a collection of, twitter inspired, Micro Poetry.
Each micro-verse, by nature, a quickly written snapshot of thought. Undiluted and raw, and perhaps, as close a reader can get to that moment of inspiration a poet feels.
Haunting words of love destined to exist for a day in the bustle of social media given life eternal by the printed page.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: May 11, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524633332

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Published by AuthorHouse 05/09/2016

ISBN: 978-1-5246-3334-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-3332-5 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-3333-2 (e)

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Love’s blinding surprise

01-254

Chapter 2

Love lost undying

255-473

Chapter 3

Haiku

474-570

Author Introduction:

espresso Verse

Is a collection of Micro Poetry inspired by a year of twitter exploits. @Krobpoetry

I felt the nature of such a transient medium also deserved to be recorded in a more traditional format. Thus, the book was born.

Readers familiar with my previous work will recognise the emotive style and heartfelt content. However, where things differ is in the way the subject is delivered.

Each micro-verse has its heartbeats condensed into a few lines that, hit the spot very quickly.

Just like a cup of espresso coffee the tiny size belies its strength as it packs a mighty emotional punch.

Each verse is a quickly written, 10-20 minute, snapshot of thought. Undiluted and raw with little rewriting or adjustment beyond the initial draft and as a result, is perhaps, as close a reader can get to that moment of inspiration I felt.

The book explores the winding subject of love, from its glorious freshness to those enduring scars. Its quick and easy to read, page-turning, qualities make the book an ideal coffee time companion. Fitting a few perfect heartbeats into the gaps of this hectic modern life.

Although Micro Poetry is a relatively new genre of poetry it is worth remembering only the format of delivery has changed and in the 400 years since Shakespeare the aim of poetry, especially love poetry, remains true and constant.

As always, I hope this collection touches the readers’ heart.

espresso Verse

CHAPTER 1

Love’s blinding surprise

1

‘Tis autumn falling

yet she’s turning

slowly to greet me

as though my heart

she knows sweetly

like spring calling

forth a rose.

2

At the roots

she was more spicy-strawberry

than a stereotypical blonde

neither dumb nor sweet

but a tempting bittersweet treat.

3

Her aftertaste brung

witchery spellbound lip-tones

to sweeten my tongue

and sugar my bones,

‘twas more than a kiss

She wanted:

4

The problem with her

double-side-buttered

misbehaving way

was, how could such

deliciously sticky fingers

forgiveness pray?

5

A sip of the divine

‘pon the scar of lip.

Let him kiss and heal

and feel your crestfallen soul.

Rejoice o heart that once was mine:

6

‘Tis the work

of too much wine

that we should covet

another’s love divine.

O fruit

of twisted vine,

have we drunk too much

my Love?

7

Put black hounds

on our rebel scent.

Too late: so bark and scream

for out of bounds we lovers dreamt

to wake in Gretna Green.

8

‘Twas if I’d been cupped

from a stream.

Drips dream, time bends.

Flows the river strong.

You like a song.

Naught ends when love grows:

9

To the wilderness wild

lay love thy mortal claim.

O man of godly seed.

O woman of fertile need.

Grow an Eden again

fit for a child.

10

Fanning pages feign sleep.

She’s falling, eyes closed

into gaps ‘tween words.

A clandestine meeting

with the writer.

11

‘Pon the