Guest Poet: Carrie Bailey
Guest Poet
CEBailey, from the Peevish Penman, writes Odes to macaroni and cheese, her spam folder, people who don’t read her Odes, and other highly significant subjects. An Oregonian with a degree in Philosophy, she spends most of her time writing, traveling, and parenting her teenage son.
Ode to Nescafe
Yours, a scent saturating the mind
While dreams cling yet like webs
Allure of aroma, never ebbs
Coaxing all unto a world unkind
Those in shambles, drawn down the hall
Humbled by your whistling call
Condensation envelops a kettle now
Hands on handle, we pour, we bow
To cusp the cup, our only thought
The powder dark, from cupboard brought
And spooned does find it’s hollow home
More fecund than farmer’s loam
Gaze on black water, source of life
Wisps of steam that feed the soul
Graze the palette and make us whole
But do not burn! Avoid such strife!
Now, as a lover, with whisper blown
And shivers on the surface shown
Then in consumption two are one
Our morning ritual slowly done
Rhythmic sips from the curved rim
And with each motion, life less grim
Handle handles, fingers and thumb
Consciousness to us does come.
Awake! Alert! Alive once more
Oh, this is what we’re living for
A pungent taste, an aroma keen
This is what “to be” must mean
And an empty cup
Can be filled up
All the world a light with sun
From brown beans of lands unknown
And when the liquid’s gone and done
Inside a raging ember’s grown
Permeates to finger’s tips
Oh, joy encountered everday
The jitters brought by little sips
Our passions roused in everyway
Nescafe, to drink, to love
Source of life from those above
