Coffee

(So I went to a poetry reading last night and am still feeling kinda groovy.  Here is this morning's attempt to honor the gift of the gods.  What else have I been doing?  Besides the regular mom stuff and office job, I've been working on resumes, and web copy for lights and flagpoles.  And we had a little vacation in Hocking Hills, which included ziplining!)

I stumble to the kitchen and reach for you.
Coffee first.  Even before the cat gets fed.
And she knows that, watching me expectantly.
Your warm aroma rises from the grounds
as I hear the familiar gurgle and drip.
I breathe you in like a familiar lover.
And then...after washing a few dishes
in the sink to pass the time,  
there you are, brewed and ready.
Wrapping my hands around the cup of you,
I pull you close,
I drink you in.

Spring Poem Collaboration -- My Kind of Thing!

Spring

Once-tidy ribbons on my door wreath,

Blown blowsy by blasts of unruly wind,

Unwind their curly tails, wildly celebrating

Their spiraling freedom. 

Geese in the sky call out their joyful return 

In their northern flight, flashing their

V for Victory in their passing.

Long swathes of grey woodlands are now 

Dabbled with white dogwood and splashed

By yellow daffodils on every greening hill.

In the lowlands and marshes, life noisily abounds

As bird songs and frog calls herald the return of 

Earth’s resplendent warm beauty. 

Once again, she's spun 'round the sun like a dancer,

Around this sun, her star, her heavenly light.

The wild wind carried his love for her and, 

now aglow, she births spring’s vibrancy

from deep darkness within.

The poem above was written this weekend by Facebook friends Joseph Hebda and Melanie Floro, and me, and edited by me.  Special thanks to Melanie for priming us with her first phrases (in addition to her later contribution).

This collaboration began after I posted on Facebook that my daughter wanted me to help her find a spring poem on the internet for school.  A spring poem, hmm?  I said.  Yeah.  A nice, spring, appropriate poem, she said seriously.  (She knows me.)  Sheesh....Is a poet concerned with writing appropriate poems? I mused to myself.  And so....

I asked my Facebook friends if they'd like to write one with me.  Some wonderful imagery spilled forth, was edited and, voila, a poem was born.  I hope to shoot a wonderful photo for this sometime soon.  And I'd love to do this again!  Feel free to add your own poems as a comment below.