“Why, yes, I could start my day without coffee. But I like being able to remember things like how to say words and put on pants.” ~ Nanea Hoffman
Good Morning. Let’s wake up and smell the coffee!
Happy to see you’re wearing your spiffy pants and speaking in full sentences. Do you owe it all to coffee?
Yes, I thought so. Sip, sip. Ah, arabica!
I must confess to being an anomaly when it comes to jump-starting the day with high octane java. Don’t know why, but I’ve never actually had a cup of coffee in my entire life (all 29 years). 😀
I mean, I LOVE the smell of freshly brewed coffee — walking into the kitchen with that divine aroma greeting me — but I’ve never been tempted to pour myself a cup. Strange, no?
Guess I’m just a diehard teatotaler. English Breakfast, Darjeeling or Yorkshire Gold for me, if you please.
Still, I can appreciate coffee’s universal appeal and certainly enjoy seeing how it’s inspired poets and artists.
Today we’re serving up a little sampler of coffee poems paired with Karen Eland’s amazing coffee art (yes, she painted these pieces with just espresso and water). And, because I can’t imagine having any hot beverage without a little something to nibble on, please enjoy a croissant.
COFFEE FIRST by Dory Hudspeth The day begins with order and quiet, broken only by the small ringing of the spoon against coffee mug. If this small ritual goes well, no spilling, no drips, there is hope for the day.
IN PRAISE OF JOE by Marge Piercy I love you hot I love you iced and in a pinch I will even consume you tepid. Dark brown as wet bark of an apple tree, dark as the waters flowing out of a spooky swamp rich with tannin and smelling of thick life— but you have your own scent that even rising as steam kicks my brain into gear. I drink you rancid out of vending machines, I drink you at coffee bars for $6 a hit, I drink you dribbling down my chin from a thermos in cars, in stadiums, on the moonwashed beach. Mornings you go off in my mouth like an electric siren, radiating to my fingertips and toes. You rattle my spine and buzz in my brain. Whether latte, cappuccino, black or Greek you keep me cooking, you keep me on line. Without you, I would never get out of bed but spend my life pressing the snooze button. I would creep through wan days in the form of a large shiny slug. You waken in me the gift of speech when I am dumb as a rock buried in damp earth. It is you who make me human every dawn. All my books are written with your ink. ~ from The Crooked Inheritance (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006)
THE WARMTH OF COFFEE by Mary Goehring Early every morning he brings me coffee tiptoes across the long length of house into our dark bedroom careful not to wake me Every morning for the last fifteen years of our 43 years of marriage he reaches his empty hand into the shadows finds the round coaster on the nightstand corner and quietly places the hot brew Each day I can tell how tired he was by the number of brown spots along the route his bare feet took on the chilly white tile This unintentional Hansel and his morning invocations mapped so I might know the path of his love
PETIT DEJEUNER by Linda Pastan I sing a song of the croissant and of the wily French who trick themselves daily back to the world for its sweet ceremony. Ah to be reeled up into morning on that crisp, buttery hook. ~ from Setting the Table (Dryad Press, 1980)
Hope you enjoyed this little coffee break. BTW, must mention that I’m not alone in my no coffee weirdness. Apparently Steven Spielberg doesn’t drink the stuff either (he’s hated the taste since childhood).
So tell me, what’s your favorite kind of coffee or the best you’ve ever had? Are you one of those people who simply cannot function without coffee?
🎈HOW TO HELP A PUMPKIN GROW GIVEAWAY WINNER! 🎈
Thanks for all your wonderful comments last week. It certainly was nice having Ashley Wolff back to talk about her new picture book. We are pleased to announce that the winner of our giveaway is:
*drum roll, please*
😋 CAROL VARSALONA!! 🍁
🎉 Congratulations, Carol!! 🎃
And thanks to Ashley for generously providing a signed copy of the book!!
The lovely and talented Laura Purdie Salas is hosting the Roundup this week. Scamper on over to check out the full menu of poetic goodness being served up around the bloggy world this week. Happy Autumn!
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons . . .
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