Time blows away.
Head hurts like drinking days.
Taking so long to make coffee,
not the brewer but me to get it ready.
Cleaning the basket,
skipping heating the pot,
it takes too long.
The evergreen, the old toy tree,
the now stately king, is brilliant this morning,
shining in a fluorescent dance.
It takes so long and the green pains my eyes.
This is not what I want.
Taking too long,
the beans are ground
in fifteen seconds,
but the flakes are floating in every
mild spot on the counter
and it will take so long to pour
new grounds into the filter
in the basket without adding
to the messy counter.
The evergreen crawls inside me,
scraping the fungus inside my skin
and grinding my nerves
When I finally push the button
to brew, relieved that coffee will be here soon,
and while I wait,
I’ll look for medicines
that will mend my broken wires.
#1 by Carl D'Agostino on August 21, 2011 - 9:00 am
My parents scour and scour that coffee pot. I never cleaned one. Just rinse it out. While all the work? Coffee is coffee.
#2 by Carl on August 21, 2011 - 8:06 pm
I understand your sentiments, Carl. I agree. Same goes with my coffee and my tea cups.
#3 by Val on August 21, 2011 - 12:47 pm
Mmm… things seem to take too long when one’s not up to doing them.
#4 by Carl on August 21, 2011 - 8:07 pm
What would we do without time to be haunting us in this way? Would there be any such thing as depression without time?
#5 by pattisj on August 22, 2011 - 3:58 pm
My hubby says just rinse, too, don’t destroy the “seasoning.”
#6 by Carl on August 23, 2011 - 6:24 am
Yes, your hubby is right as long as he not cooking souffle! 🙂
#7 by Evelyn on August 23, 2011 - 8:29 am
This is perfect for the dVerse challenge from the other day. Using the experience of making coffee, the poem is no longer about you, but about depression in a way that a wide audience can feel and understand.
You have grown so much as a poet in the time I have read you…
#8 by Carl on August 24, 2011 - 9:43 pm
I am very grateful for your kindness. I don’t see it, so your words are encouraging.
#9 by Indigo Spider on August 23, 2011 - 9:53 am
I agree with Evelyn, your poems are getting better then ever and you are truly a strong, growing poet. You use something mundane, like making coffee, and turn it into a glimpse into the inner workings of depression so there is a universal appeal and understanding. Not easily done and you do it so well.
#10 by Carl on August 24, 2011 - 9:47 pm
I appreciate your comment. I thought I fell flat at relaying the feeling, but it is nice that it worked for you.