aromatic and deep mahogany
decoction swirled with steam
a cupped nectar of rebirth
morning glimpses of heaven
first sip a remembrance
nuanced tincture
delicate demitasse
mmm...Mine
Categories:
demitasse, drink, morning,
Form: Free verse
My Mothers' Hutch
Finely polished, of carved wood it still stands,
With a glass gleaming door and crossed, copper bands
Inside, items treasured and truly lovely.
The Dresden women, dressed in delicate finery.
Gold specked wine glasses, imported from Germany.
Demitasse cups, stunning, with gold etchings.
Marble music boxes play waltzes, so heavenly.
Ceramic angels with smiles, so demure and divine.
Colorful birds gaze from music boxes.
Family pictures in antiqued, cherished, frames.
The first soft shoes of her poetess daughter.
Prayer books and rosaries bearing her meme.
June 25, 2020
8pm PST
Edited
Poem # 1, 312
Categories:
demitasse, beautiful, imagery, memory, mother,
Form: List
Whispers at eve marry wisps of steam over red eye
And beneath the table my feet finds yours for a footsie
Where we hope God's seven eyes will not see,
No wide-eyed moon, nor the barista to pry.
The moonbeam smears you silvery whipped cream
To be licked off greedily by my tongue grown too frozen for poetry
Caffeinated by your darkly roasted coffee -
skin I will on a grand piano serenade you on a whim.
Are there words you secretly crave I should know
Such as the zephyr tells the shrubs of coffee arabica that they dance gaily in the skies?
Would they be served well-expressed in my eyes
After the sixth emptied demitasse of expresso?
Categories:
demitasse, addiction, beauty, color, desire,
Form: Quatrain
Bonnie Belle was a dear charming lass
Drove a pink corvette made from fiberglass
Lived in a tiny little house next to an overpass
Precisely with a pair of scissors trimmed her grass
Figure chiseled like an hourglass
Dressed the part as if upper class
Drank her coffee from a demitasse
But much preferred her brandy by the glass
Kept her eye on life through a spy glass
Looking for that illusive ring of brass
Finding clues here and there in every crevasse
With far too little luck, alas
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 27, 2018
Categories:
demitasse, class, longing, silly, word
Form: Monorhyme
Moonshine drapes
laundered white
wetting two
raw appetites
Petite niblets
morsels of feast
captured by
rocking beast
Flash of light
off window pane
Motherhood tattoo
nary a shame
Tepid buttermilk
readied sup
served in flowered
demitasse cup
Perched on haunches
shutter release
Private drive
now restful peace
Categories:
demitasse, desire, good night, moon,
Form: Rhyme
Cold Coffee they call him
and only a few people know
his real name, this odd fellow
who raises pigs off the coast
of Ireland and comes to town
bouncing in his horse and wagon
to buy supplies but not food
because he eats from the harvest
of his fields and a piglet now and then
that he can't fatten up for market
to take with his sows and boars
that always bring a good price.
He's been called Cold Coffee
for decades now because as a lad
he wanted to be as rich as Trump
and sailed in steerage to America
to make a wonderful fortune but
then sailed home in just a month.
Everybody would ask Cold Coffee
why he didn’t stay and all he would
ever say with his toothless smile was
he missed his sows and boars and
the only thing he got in America was
a demitasse of cold coffee.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
demitasse, ireland,
Form: Blank verse
Remembering has always been easier for me than trying to forget something that l am ashamed of.I love to remember all those lavish southern meals you laid out for everyone across the years.The holidays were your forte with crystal serving dishes, and crystal water,whine, and whiskey glasses.Demitasse cups of porcelain for Italian coffee on occasion. ;and tiny glass spoons to distribute salt upon your food.My God you truly were the last of the southern bells.The first and last in my life anyway.You the five foot ,four inch package of dynamite holding your own on horseback or face to face confrontation with anyone who dared to cross your path. Then late at night for me alone you where the passion of my dreams. I want to be leave your waiting for me some where in time so I can show you how much weight I've lost cooking for myself.God I love you so much and l wish to God I could forget the half a dozen times I made you cry.I know you've forgiven me ,but I'll never forgive myself.
Categories:
demitasse, love,
Form: Blank verse
AGAIN AND NEVER AGAIN
Never again in the quite same way
That is all I choose to say
Never again in quite the same manner and means
Not with as bright a blue or such glowing greens
Never again
I swear while remembering when
When things that never lasted long seemed everlastingly long
And wrong when compared to righteousness which didn’t seem quite as strong
Never again
While I remember when you were my “then”
And that “then” meant joy every teacup morning and the embodiment of embraces each last cognac night
With demitasse and donuts to add delight
That was then
But swear I never again to be
Not such as thee was for me
Never again with emotions so raw
Never again with nerves suffering the last straw
I will forever remember a lover and loving like back then
But never again will I allow myself to love like that again
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Categories:
demitasse, angst,
Form: Monorhyme