Waking up to coffee–two cups, one accompanied by two fresh-baked cookies and half a power bar. Plenty of breakfast. As I sip, I read Coffee Poems, purchased recently after reading on Jen Payne’s blog that she’d had a poem published in this anthology. (Yes, all the poems are about, or at least mention, coffee.) Here is Jen’s poem:
Measuring Water by Sound
I want to know the color of your eyes, not just the browns
and greens of them, but by the specific Pantone colors of
I want to know by rote how your tongue forms the syllables
of my name, the way your lips make words in the dark.
I want to know your skin like I know my favorite sweater,
how it caresses my shoulders, hugs my hips…where it rests
against my belly.
I want to know you by sound, the way I know I’ve poured
enough water for the pot of coffee we’ll drink by moonlight
The book is divided into coffee “At the Cafe,” and the portraits of weary waitresses, both old and young, evokes an empathy for the silent servers of coffee; “Home Grounds,” coffee as a comfort in the comfort of our own kitchens; “Literary Latte,” my favorite section; “Elegy of Coffee,” poems of celebration and fervor for coffee; and “The Coffee Between Us,” both love poems and break-up laments.
It is an exceptional collection of poems, and it makes one want to attempt their own “Coffee Poem.”
If you have one, PLEASE post your URL or put it in the reply box below.