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  • A Cluster of Love Poetry for Oregon

    Marie Magoch

    A Coffee Adventures post exploring Oregon through poetry and my favorite travel memory of where I wish I could be. This is part of the #AtoZChallenge.

    This morning I opened my list of poetry types and saw C. I went through Classicism, Cowboy Poetry, and simple Crystalline poetry. But, I was also listening to my morning music list and the music of Daniel Austin Sperry reminded me of a poem I sent to him yesterday. I called it The Oregonian Seduction. It told the story of being afraid to fall in love– with a state.

    I wrote that poem and a cluster of simple poetic thoughts during the Summer of 2023. I hadn’t been to Oregon since March of 2020 and constantly kept promising a friend I would go back soon. Soon turned into a year then two and finally, I had an opportunity. I visited Southern Oregon twice that summer. The first time I visited the beauty of Crater Lake and the Gardens at Shore Acres. The second time was a little more smoky, but I still remember the fairy tale vibe of sitting on the Gold Hill beach of the Rogue River and the beauty of Lithia Park when I was honored to meet Daniel – or the man in the red hat, as I first thought of him.

    It’s nearing summer again and all my thoughts are in Oregon, even though I am over a thousand miles away. Today I give you a cluster of three love poems to Oregon mixed into one.

    The Oregonian Seduction

    Tempt me with your clothing of green and pink,
    Your hair of blue and white.
    Your sweetest breath touches my skin
    Whispering as you caress my hair,
    You remind me of fairy tales and wishes
    Unspoken.
    Through the wisdom of a child
    You called to me.
    A commitment hard to make,
    You shower me with gifts
    As if it had always been this way.
    My trust is a fragile thing
    And the price of your love is high.
    Do I give up the other me,
    Keeping you as mine?


    My heart and soul live here
    In the land of evergreens
    And strangely colored birds,
    Where creatures roam free.
    My body has been far from home,
    Ripped away long ago,
    Only breathing in a place I never belonged.

    Today I sat on a sandy beach
    Beneath the old railroad bridge
    Watching the Rogue coast past
    Before it wakes from slumber.
    The senses alert
    Inflatable boats with a lazy day crew
    Of laughter, adventure,
    And a minute’s struggle
    For stability.
    Through the lens
    Of a ghost in white
    The author pens
    The perfect day on the River.
    I wish this world was mine.

    What places or memories have captured your heart? What verses would you write about them?

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  • Weaving Through Love and Fear: A Blank Verse Poem About Modern Life

    Marie Magoch

    A Coffee Adventures exploration of blank verse poetry, creative structure, and the weaving of Love and Fear in the modern world.
    This is part of April’s #AtoZChallenge series. If you have topic you would like to see a poem written about, comment below.

    I used to know a man who said he was made for the kind of life we live in now. The modern fear of dystopia. But, he said he wanted to do everything he could to avoid it and preferred to live in a a world of Enlightenment.
    This was followed by some back handed statement about how I would be a nobody in the latter kind of world and that’s one of the reason we haven’t spoken in years.
    About a year ago, I realized — He was correct. In a world that was enlightened and harmonious I would be unnoticed, because I wouldn’t need to speak up. I could be in my happy little hobbit home with my books and coffee and happy thoughts. That is my ideal world.
    I always thought it was either/or. But, then I noticed the things that do make life worth living. Works of art, a nice conversation with a stranger, Raptor Day on Threads, the way people get excited about music or creativity, the way communities come together for each other.
    No matter how awful things are, there is more Love in the world that can overpower the Fear we face on a daily basis.

    Today, I write about this using a little Blank Verse.

    My first words evolved
    Interrupted by memories and Faith.
    Two word collide:
    Dystopia and Enlightenment.
    Today was foreseen
    By the Tapestry Weavers.
    I thought the choice
    Was one life or another.
    Fear and Love;
    Side by Side.

    When you write creatively, do you feel more drawn to structure or flow?
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  • A is for April: An Abcedarian Poem about the Cycle of Time

    Marie Magoch

    This Coffee Adventure poem is the first in a series for the #atozchallenge. If you have a topic you want a poem written about over the next 25 days, let me know by posting a comment below.

    April is a sign of new beginnings. Birds are singing and the trees are blooming. As I write this on April Fool’s Day, I think of how the weather has mood swings this time of year. Last week we were in the high 80s and today it’s overcast and chilly. For just a moment, as we breathe a bit of relief about how enjoying the beauty of Spring, we know that Arizona summers are brutal.

    Travel with me through the year in this Abecedarian/ABC poem. And, yes, the photos are all originally mine, unless otherwise credited.

    April’s fool sneezes
    blossoms to those below.
    Cool winds tease of
    days of comfort,
    even though everybody knows
    false promises of fun summer days,
    gone like sugar coated
    high school memories turn
    into melted puddles of
    July’s heat waves.
    Kaffeeklatsch mornings filled with
    Laughter and friends
    making memories
    never forgotten until
    October brings
    pumpkin filled nights and
    quilts for cuddling during
    Reminiscing months as
    Santa promises snow. If only
    turkeys can have their day.
    Under the mistletoe waiting until
    Valentine candy day.
    Where are we now? Configure the
    x of time. Has it only been a day?
    Years of days, I know not. Each day a
    Zero-Hour Loop longing to break free.