I stir my coffee with a sticky spoon,
feel the grit of sugar where my wrist
rests on the table. Big clouds loom,
push eastwards and then turn to mist.
A rain shower comes and goes.
Customers shake umbrellas and rain
coats in the doorway of this sad café.
In the steam, a small biplane stutters
and starts to fall. I catch it in the sugar
spoon and give the clouds another stir.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd April 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April Day 22: Beware of Poor Subsitutions
Shay is our host today, substituting for Anmol with an assignment for the class. She would like us to choose one of the images she has provided and write a poem about whatever the image says to us.
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Such a delightful flight of fancy over a cup of coffee!
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Thanks Kerry!
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This is simultaneously rich in prosaic detail and also wild imagination. That’s some neat trick!
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Thank you! 😊
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Imaginative!
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Thank you, Namy!
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Wow, this is lovely❣️Such fun to imagine👏
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Thank you kindly, Ellecee ❤
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Heading out for my favored café soon for that leisurely 2nd cup. Thanks for the inspiration!
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Thanks for reading nd commenting, Ron – and I hope you enjoy your coffee!
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I feel that there has to be better cafe’s around… that cloud and the sticky spoon make me long for a brighter spot to rest.
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😊
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Yes!!! You killed that picture! I was going to pick that one, but I would not have done it justice as you did!! Amazing!
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Thanks!
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Delightful Kim! So imaginative.
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Thank you, Linda. 😉
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“and give the clouds another stir” … It’s all you can do, really. I hate to imagine a sad cafe; I sure hope you can manage to fix it, lift its spirits, get those clouds and patrons in a happy and giggling mood. 🙂
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😉
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That image spoke to me, too, though I went with another. So glad to read your interpretation.
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Thanks Sherry!
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Oh, I love this…You brought the image to life with a touch of fantasy included.
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Oh I love this! You brought the image to life with beautiful touches of fantasy.
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Thanks Susie!
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It suggested to me a café back in the war years – but I’m guessing they didn’t serve coffee then. (Even here, everyone seemed to drink only tea.) Very atmospheric, anyway (no pun intended). You took the photographic image and made it into something of your own, which I think I’ll keep remembering.
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Thanks Rosemary. Maybe a French or Dutch cafe – I think there’s a story in that coffee cup!
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Loving it, Kim. Steamy little cafes are a nice hang out place. The coffee doesn’t have to be real good, you did that sugar and steam so well.
Long live our Greenwich Village!!
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Sadly We have no little cafes nearby; I have to drive bout five miles to find one. I’ve heard a lot about coffee in Greenwich Village.
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“Give the clouds another stir” I love that
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Thank you, Kristen!
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Any way you stir a coffee is the proper and best way, sip it slow and enjoy https://noelliesplace.com/2019/05/17/sweet-coffee-bean/
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