Friday, 26 September 2008

Coffee Grounds

If I were to hold my heart in your kitchen, with its pink curtains and chartreuse stove and plastic burners glowing supernatural orange, I'd fire up the griddle and open freezer doors. Streaming hot milk, I would call you on the backline, I'd use the number I'd found as the train lurched by, in my favorite blue journal I'd sketch with my favorite black pencil. There I would copy - I'm only a scribe decorating sacred text - the code messaged on a billboard selling milk from happy, only happy black and white cows. It was you to me, streaming time.

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Deb Scott
Stoney Moss

10 comments:

Dana said...

Very, very nice, Deb.

christine said...

What a beautiful view of a moment. Love it!

Nathan said...

Great Deb, love the use of color here.

Dave said...

Very fine indeed.

...deb said...

Dave, I think you like it because of the cows.

Thanks, poets. Means a lot to me, your kinds words.

Dale said...

Oh, love this!

susan said...

Wow, Deb,

This is lovely and well written. I'm jealous. A lot of things I think we hope to come together in a poem are here. Glad you shared the link and glad someone else has chosen to showcase your talent.

Jo said...

Beautiful work, Deb.

lissa said...

I like it, the words paint such a fine world with such fine details, I like the orange burner

found your blog through black-eye susan

fourwindshaiga said...

Excellent. I would love to stay so aware of the moment that I didn't miss a thing.