This is not a coffee pot

This is not
a coffee pot

it’s sunlight
casting crisp shadows
across a square

it’s a bird fluttering
into a bright blue sky

it’s every city that
ever welcomed me
with open arms
and crowded pavements

it’s chiming waterfronts
clanging with boats
and narrow backstreets
blue with shadows
and a small square
where a child plays
with an orange ball

it’s a fountain

it’s a cool marble table
wiped down
by a man in a white shirt,
nodding to acknowledge me

it’s a painting
of a woman
holding a single rose

An object poem for Mish at dVerse. I love my little Moka pot. It’s a one cup pot, so it’s very selfish. I use it every day.

29 thoughts on “This is not a coffee pot

  1. I realized yesterday that I’d forgotten what coffee tastes like without a shot (maybe a double-shot) of Kahlua… I sipped it while reading your wonderful poem. Thanks for taking me out!

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  2. Sigh. My heart lifted reading all of these images. SO beautiful! Life ABOUNDS with such gifts. (This might actually be a perfect poem to link at earthweal!!!!!! Prompt this week is gifts.)

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  3. A seasoned coffeepot is often a part of the fabric of our life. accompanying us through different phases of our lives. You’ve drawn beautiful word pictures. Well done!

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  4. I love this so much! A Moka floods memories for me as well, not of travel but of family dinners around my Italian mother-in-law’s table. You’ve made me wonder now if her Moka pots (she had many, all different sizes) conveyed this kind of imagery to her. She died last year. Thank you for adding to my storehouse of ways to think of her. And for this way to open my eyes to the everyday.

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  5. Your lovely poem brought back memories, Sarah, of Venice and Vienna, sitting in cafés and coffee houses, watching the world from my table. I especially enjoyed the detail in these lines – like a foreign film:
    ‘it’s chiming waterfronts
    clanging with boats
    and narrow backstreets
    blue with shadows
    and a small square
    where a child plays
    with an orange ball’.

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  6. Wonderful. This brings back memories of traveling in Italy and making coffee each morning. I learned how to do it using this brewer. I really like the visuals in this stanza,
    it’s chiming waterfronts
    clanging with boats
    and narrow backstreets
    blue with shadows
    and a small square
    where a child plays
    with an orange ball

    Thanks for sharing.

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