Saturday, November 28, 2009

Are you a coffee...lover?

Coffee...makes you feel like floating on clouds...or, on the other hand, like a turbulent river. Some even say it is addictive.

While waiting for the next inspirational blog feature, I offer this poem:

COFFEE (Sestina)

Oh, my sweet cup of java,
Would you please do me a favor?
My outcome is predictable,
You make me light, then intense,
I think I am half-addicted
To your half-and-half beauty!

And that’s just the half of it, beauty!
When I travel to the place of java
Feeling heightened joy, yet so addicted
I am always begging you for favors
And with such a degree of intensity,
Love’s outcome is predictable.

What could be more predictable?
Falling in love with beauty--
That feeling both tense and intense!
I am soaring now beyond “java,”
So please do all of us a favor,
Oh, international club for the addicted!

Named “CA” for the perennially addicted
And the cure is, after all, not predictable,
But more like a pop-it party favor
That may be a dud or may be a beauty.
A break, perhaps, for a cup of tea now, not java
And I can become once-and-for-all less intense.

It seems we are past-tense intense
Sweet love, but I am still addicted
To this paltry half-cup of java!
With an end so predictable
I still yield to your cold beauty,
Then ask, “Did you ever do me a favor?”

The question is, what kind of favor
Will make me a little less intense
And still let me savor your beauty?
You say my end is predictable
So long as I hold this intoxication to java.
I will give you up, but am forever addicted.

Cup of dark, but diminishing beauty
Whose hold on me has always been predictable,
I will give you up, but am forever addicted.



Anonymous said...

I really like this!

Kay Weeks said...

Thanks, Caroline, for sharing this
across the miles!

Kay & Camilla