I love the imagery in this and how you not only created a memory but let me be a part of that in a way. The first stanza is my favorite because I love how you worded it and I relate to it - I think a lot of people can actually.
Love the title, Kay! The scene is welcoming and unique. I like how you give the actual time and this coffee/gossip time has become such a habit. Then there's that curious girl wondering about these women, the wonders of the world, the latest gossip.
You are so right: poetry takes on a life of its own. In this case you have imbued your work with richness and vivid imagery that sets the table with perfect clarity, from the matching creamer and sugar to the "ribbons of autumn, / drenching the morning / with memories of momma."
You elegantly describe the progression of the entrance: first the timely sedan under the pine, the creaking of the door springs, the cigarette (bet you could smell the smoke) and the daily repeated joke. I feel like I could do a screenplay without changing anything.
Your narrative draws me along with your younger self - wanting to hear that gossip. It was probably mixtures of joyous laughter, low-whispered shock at the foibles of the locals and quiet appreciation of a good friend.
I am so happy you have begun to write again. Please, give us more!
I love to read your poetry. This has the memory of your momma I know how much you miss her. I love the little story held inside this piece.
Vintage creamer cow paired
with matching sugar dish,
serve as centerpieces
for table and for gossip
long before computers would
My mamaw had a pig. I remember visits to her house as a child and smelling the coffee...everything centered around the kitchen table. Laying in bed you could hear the murmur of conversation but not quite make out the words. So I understand where you would have to sneak closer.
I am not sure about ' a little rough' In my mind you have executed this initial challenge into a superb nostalgic poem.
I love how you set the scene, Autumn symbolising a stage in life when we can easily drift back in time, to places in our minds when life was more carefree. Anyway to wonderful smell of coffee beans, thick 'saturated' in the air. This is my favourite smell, oh and bacon of course.
As your mind casts back, you paint a picture of the set table, right down to the dishes. These dishes undoubtedly used throughout your childhood; and I like to think you still have them, or other heirlooms like them.
The mystery lady, old, fragile. I also like the way her bones are echoed in the door hinge. Nice touch. Anyway, this lady who would come across to a young girl as a wise lady, a lady who must have much to say to 'momma'
...and she does. I can almost see the girl, straining in body and ear canal to hear the conversation, trying to understand the mystery of 'grown ups. The joke lifts this is a pleasant way. A joke that the little girl would more that likely still be puzzled at, but allows the reader to smile at her sweet innocence and the frail ladies humor.
A wonderful poem that is going straight into my favourites.
It's so refreshing and a pleasure to have Dixiedaisy writing and posting again, this poem is beautiful!
This poem takes the reader to the comforts of home, to the simplistic moments that at the time seam ritual but when a loved one passes on, these are the moments to be cherished and preserved, into an elegant poem such as this piece.
Her attention to imagery and detail is wonderfully displayed within each and every stanza. I do love the classy wording she has used within this piece! Powerful and emotional poem as well. Just beautiful!!