Percolator Poems

Colors In A Coffee House

...
Double time hits for the ceiling — 
The clouds of white smoke, the healing

Childhood in my skin finally relaxes
Everyone around me in lapses

Coffee forms the swollen cheeks
With history's ...

Counting Dawns

...
If eyes open too soon
then a few mornings go missing,
but they are catching up
they will fly in backwards
tumbling out of windswept decades.

Eyes that open too late have to wait,
have to st...

Echoes Of A Shady Past Part Two

...n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement....

It All Comes Together

...
Will the thrown newspaper
land on the lower or upper step?
The odds are forever even.

The percolator has mixed together.
a thousand mornings
yet it arrives in normal time,
as one brew.

O...

My Life

...Quote: I don't want a perfect life I want a happy life 

Children tumbling out of bed 
coffee dripping from my old faded percolator 
Stockings hanging from the shower curtain 
mother'...

First Pour

...An unreflective bodhisattva
nods to the unwashed dishes.
Once again I seek a daily liberation
from a chore long boondoggled.

Next a phlegmy mantra
gummed through spongy lips.
I sleep, I wake....

Echoes of a Shady Past

...An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement...

The Percolator

...It came out of the box all shiny and new
washed it in soapy water so I could brew
Hot pipping coffee so robust and full
the old fashion steel pot ever cool

The water simmers and boils hot
watc...

Morning Time

...Previous dawns flock together, 
gather.
The hedgerows accumulate 
with old and new. Sprigs and twigs 
bend under the weight of 
heaping feathers.

If eyes open too soon
then a few mornings go...

Grounding Out

...My percolator lost its balance
While it was a’bubble,
Spilling all the coffee grounds
And causing lots of trouble.

Below the burners there’s a space
For storing pots and covers,
A perk (no pu...

Memories In Appalachia

...Every morning at close to four
She made the coffee, percolated
Poured it into cups with saucers
And they each would have a cup
Pouring the potent black liquid
Into the saucers before drinking
T...

The Coffee Making Ceremony

...An unreflective Bodhisattva
nods to the unwashed dishes.
Once again I seek my morning 
liberation by ways of a dark libation

Next a phlegmy mantra
gummed through spongy lips.
“I sleep, I wake...

Old-Fashioned

...I perk my Joe old-fashioned style
In a pot atop the stove,
My percolator ancient, 
Like a pirate’s treasure trove.

I measure out the coffee
And a timer lets me know
When 8 minutes have elapse...

A Sense of Holidays

...A sense of holidays! 

Blueberry pie hot out of the oven with buttery toppings 
popcorn popping in the pot with oil on the stove 
Lemon and lime are the sour balls used for drinks or garnish 
Ta...

Hard Rows Well Hoed

...It was a Wednesday;
a day woven 
into prison blankets and dish towels.
A day to assess hours unnoticed.
A time of trivial hungers.

The hard heft of earlier times: -
not fitting into anything,...

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