Friday, September 12, 2008

Coffee for Sunday Scribblings

When I get older,
I'm going to drink
coffee.

Each morning
I see its diaphanous
flavor

wrapping itself around
the corners of our
house

forming curlicues
of warm, cozy
scents.

I see my husband
pour cream in and
stir

it into caramel swirls,
sit down, and
commune,

become one
with its
energy.

I've always heard
that it was bad for
women

with fibrocystic breasts
so never took up the
habit

except for a rare
decaf laced with
Bailey's.

But soon I'll be
old enough to drink
coffee

every morning
and all those curls
will

flow deliciously
into my
mouth.

22 comments:

anthonynorth said...

You make it sound so appealing - and this from a tea drinker.

keithsramblings said...

It's well worth the wait I promise you!

Giggles said...

As always Linda, you exude passion as you write about coffee with an exotic flair!

Hugs Giggles

Granny Smith said...

Graphic sensual images. The scent of coffee is almost as good as its taste.

susan said...

sit down, and/commune,/become one/
with its/energy.

I can truly relate and you describe this beautifully.

I'm not old enough and these cup Ds are as vulnerables as everyone else's still, I don't drink or smoke so I'll accept my risk with coffee. :-)

Devil Mood said...

Oh the pleasures we can't have are the tougher ones to resist, aren't they?
I love that bit about becoming one with the energy, so true :)

I love coffee but at times I've quit drinking it for a while and my health always improves. It sucks. lol

lela b. said...

This was hypnotic coulda kept reading. I like how each stanza ends with an idea about coffee.
Wonder if I'll sleep tonight...mmmm....

totomai said...

oh i think its good for all :-)

your writing is like coffee, managed to wake me up this saturday morning :-)

Annamari said...

"diaphanous
flavor

wrapping itself around
the corners of our
house

forming curlicues
of warm, cozy
scents."

and now it rains in my mouth. I'll think about it in the morning...

paisley said...

i have never believed i had anything to gain by waiting till i got old...

as an avid morning coffee drinker,, i cannot imagine life without it...

B. Roan said...

Love the images this poem brings to mind. Nice!

tumblewords said...

Wow! I love this - coffee is such an integral part of life...

Cynthia said...

Wonderful, how you give this reader the experience of "waiting
for coffee" Told quietly and
expectantly.

Rambler said...

bad for women?...well I thought taken in moderate quantities its good for both the sexes

Terrie said...

Hmmmmm I think I will have a cup right now. :o)

blissfulanonymity said...

Oh you made me want a cup of coffee, great word choice.

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Hi Linda, smells good!
I don't suppose coffee is a metaphor for anything else here but you still managed to get a few words bigger than marmalade onto the page. Diaphanous Wow!

Redheels said...

I can smell it now...perhaps you shouldn't wait.

AscenderRisesAbove said...

curls flowing slowly in your mouth. wonderful images.

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texasblu said...

"I see my husband
pour cream in and
stir

it into caramel swirls,
sit down, and
commune,

become one
with its
energy."


I could see him too - I love this imagery!

Nita Jo said...

You have such a descriptive style! So easy to visualize.

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