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Showing posts with label Coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Coffee. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Cloister


Safe in the cloister
Safe within cold walls, withdrawn
The world melt away

A yearnings beckons
The slow impulse of desire
Confused and abstract

Fusing and diffusing
A failure of discernment
Wandering Errant

Psychedelia
Psychology of the cave
Elusive shadows
           
Nobody cares for
Coffee hose philosophies
Issued without risk

Listen to the sage
The nomad from the desert
The Israelite wrote

It is meaningless
Meaningless, everything is
Empty, every word

Monday, March 4, 2019

Observation - March 4th, 2019, Monday


The coffee pot is gurgling
The news is playing clips
The president making a fool of himself
Cursing on TV, lying

The five o’clock bus passes by
It is cold outside, negative 10
My lady is preparing to leave for work
Kitty is following her around

Friday, January 4, 2019

Observation - January 4th, 2019, Friday


Observation


My lady tells me about her dreams

Playing string with Kitty, pouncing

The smell of coffee fills the house

In the dark morning, dressing, typing

I am listening, chatting with them

In the hour before sunrise


Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Observation - July 3rd, 2018, Tuesday


Observation


Kitty stretches her front paw
A sparrow cut across the plane of view from the front window
Cool clear light bends through the wavy glass

It is quiet in the morning
The cup filled with coffee is warm in my hand
A breeze on my neck from the black plastic fan

Monday, August 1, 2016

Observation - August 1st, 2016, Monday

Observation

It is 4:00 am and dark outside.

The streets are quiet.

My cat is sleeping nearby on her blanket, atop the book case. My gal, in the bed behind the closed door.

It is warm. The air is heavy in the house.

I am listening to the news, the voices are muffled over the low pitched noise of the humming fan, on the end table by my desk.

The coffee maker beeps, beeps, beeps…it is telling me that the warming plate below the pot is about to switch off.


I do not care for the sound of its alarms.