Rice and Coffee Poesy


“What are you doing, Love?”

“Brewing coffee, cooking rice
thanking geese that venture into dreams
loud and early,
banishing nightmares out of city skies.
Plotting, twisting, making it up to my heart; you, Baby?”

“Wandering through the woods with my eyes closed,
still wondering about how to adorn my bookmarks, greeting cards…
Oh! I’ve been thrilling on the idea of easel poetry.
Wee bits of life leaning on upcycled tripods.
Still, no garnishing for my words’ canvases.”

“Kiss them with coffee rings
real ones. From a bit of dark and sweet
liquid that slow-dances over the edges of your morning cup,
kissed, tasted, and made real by living lips;
my Baby’s hot lips.”  

“That’s perfect, Love,
living poetry written on coffee filters and rice paper,
garnished—what a pretty word that is, garnished
with kissed French Vanilla coffee.
Your nightmare, Love, what was it about?”

“I let someone borrow my bike, my perfect bike;
brown frame, lean, silked in green paint, ready for life’s wars. In my dreams,
I knew I had ridden others, but none like my forever bike.
I went to the place where The Guy kept it. Kicked all I saw.
I wanted my bike back, but nothing was there.”

“But you let him. You let The Guy borrow your bike.”

“I know. I knew. The Guy took good care of my bike, too.
But not like I would.
No one can treat my Baby like I do.”

“It wasn’t The Guy’s fault.”

“No. And I wasn’t mad at The Guy.
I destroyed the place
because I was the one to let The Guy in.”

“Did you find your bike?
In your dreams,
did you get your perfect bike back?”

“I did.” 

“Now what, Love? What will you—?”

“I will spend days, nights, all seasons taking care of my Baby,
making it up to us; showing love with my hands.
And you, what will you do?”

“I will write rice and coffee poesy.”

for
the Tuesday platform (Feb 17, 2015)

48 comments:

  1. I love it... I love every bit of it.. Living poetry. Intense, honest and raw.. Ah..

    Poetry is Magic... Thank the Gods for Witchy Writers..

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    1. Poetry is magic indeed. Bits of life told through words that dance in rhythm. And there is much to say about honesty and rawness, so I guess you can say that I love every bit of it, too ;-)

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  2. oh, how lovely this poem is!so live and flowing... Blessings to you both!

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    1. Blessings right back at you. May the life that flows through it fills your day with smiles ;-)

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    2. thanks,Magaly! (not post related - just looked at my avatar -- looks quiet funny among all witchy stuff, haha:)

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    3. I think your dolly looks quite magical and classy ;-)

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  3. I wonder if that is how your actual conversations really sound like.. It wouldn't surprise me! Have a blessed and magical week!

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    1. When we go for walks late at night... or when we sit in the tub for long whiles... or just lie in bed staring at each other... heck, sometimes while I cook and he stares, our conversations sound just like that. Glad the thought doesn't surprise you ;-)

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  4. I danced with your words...letting them into my heart and savoring them!!
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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    1. Dance on, my dear SueAnn. My mind's hips are always swaying with the melody of your words, so it is only fair that mine make you dance, too ;-)

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  5. How extraordinary. You pull us back and forth from the dream bike to your relationship with Jacob and his thoughts on your recent past. Very powerful, Magaly.

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    1. Like fiction, poetry, too, taste better when garnish with truth, isn't it? How I wish I knew this when I started writing... I guess life will tell us things when we need them most ;-)

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  6. I will not be able to look at my own bike from now on without tearing up just a little. This is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing this piece of both your and Jacob's souls.

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    1. I bet the bike will smile back at you ;-) And I'm happy to share things that inspire good feelings in my witchy Luvs. What's happiness if not something to spread and share?

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  7. You have a big colourful life and each post seems to be a part of an enormous Magaly quilt :) love this tapestry square you shared today you stitched it in :)
    BTW the "Bike" dream may have put Freud in a frenzy ;)

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    1. I'm hoping for a quilt so large, warm and bright that it keeps me and mine in its protection. So I shall continue adding pieces.

      Oh, and I totally agree. Poor Freud would have had a stroke lol

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  8. So happy the bike dream ended happily, though a good cautionary tale to some of us :)

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    1. I'm very happy it did, too. Hm, I hadn't thought of the poem as a warning to others, but I guess you are right.

      P.S. This is one of the reasons why I love sharing my writing and reading what others have to say about it. I smile every time someone finds something in my words, which I didn't even know that i wrote ;-)

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  9. Beautiful, very beautiful!

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  10. I love this poem! I've read it three times since you posted it. It inspires me on some deep, raw level; it's like cradling a cup of coffee for warmth on a fall day.

    Fantastic. <3

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    1. May that cup of coffee stay warm and close to your heart as you do your deep thinking ;-)

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  11. living in two dimensions, sharing experiences and adventures, through the dialogue portal; quite an interesting piece, the dream phases seem in less need of the poesy imagery, interesting!!!

    have a nice Tuesday

    much love...

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    1. I'm not sure what you mean by "the dream phases seem in less need of the poetry imagery"; then again, it's very early, and I haven't had my coffee... so, perhaps, I'll understand it later. ;-)

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  12. What an interesting poem! Easel poetry sounds fun, too. Reading this poem, I'm imagining everything with really good detail!

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  13. I love the natural flow of this conversational poem, the way you draw the reader right into these intimate moments… This line really struck me "living poetry written on coffee filters and rice paper,
    garnished—what a pretty word that is, garnished—
    with kissed French Vanilla coffee." what a beautiful idea!!!

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    1. I'm glad you find the "coffee poesy" interesting. I've been looking for something useful and enjoyable to do with my coffee filters for a very long time. This has been quite appropriate. ;-)

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  14. Love how this piece makes a complete circle from beginning to end. Everyday life intertwined with the artists dreams....lovely!

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  15. Wow, with conversations such as these, you have enough material to write for three hundred years! Loved it! Sigh.....

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  16. "Watcha doin?" Quite a lot! What a great read.

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  17. What an absolutely wonderful conversation — and story — and poem!

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    1. I've always loved poems and stories that dance together, so thank you. ♥

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  18. Poetry at the point of life...beautiful

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  19. nice... i love the idea of a "forever bike" most especially.

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  20. Beautiful! I always love your insights Magaly!

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  21. You have captured something really special here in the interplay of conversation.

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