Friday, September 23, 2005

Anyone for a refill?

I can't resist. I know I promised myself that I wasn't going to make this blog about my own poetry (such as it is), but this morning's post and the comments on it made me go back and look through some of my old poems and I can't resist sharing this one.

They never get it right.

Real joy is dark and a little bitter
Like a kettle whistling in the heart.

Thin like a song
It can burn your lips,
Scald your tongue,
Get into your head
And make you ache
With its smell.

That’s why you've got to be careful,
Not drink too much.


It isn’t everyone who can make it, though.

Real joy must have the colour
Of partings on black water,
It must have the light of moons
Remembered through smoke
And words like sediment
At the bottom of a white goodbye.

It must have regret
And no sugar.

- from 'Espresso Joy', May 2003.

7 comments:

Heh Heh said...

Considering you have a collection of poems that has the word 'coffee' in its title, why am i not surprised?
Wow. i just realised how long ago that was. Time flies, eh?

Falstaff said...

Ya, that was a really, really long time ago. Tempus fugit indeed. Wait, does this mean I've been having fun?

ph said...

Ah! This is lovely. Almost makes me regret the evil eyes I cast your way yesterday.

Heh Heh said...

btw, especially love the last two lines.

Veena said...

Thanks for the refill. It is indeed very neat!

Falstaff said...

ph: Almost?

HWSNBF / Veena: Thanks.

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