This Coffee Adventures post is part of the #AtoZChallenge . H is for — Haiku would have been the obvious, but I thought a Haynaku about the reason for coffee is just what we need today.
Coffee
is how
my demons reticent
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About 10 years ago, I visited Southern Oregon for the first time. Before my visit, I was looking up the little town I was visiting while my kids watched their favorite TV show. I had never really paid much attention before until that day. I looked at the television, then at my computer, then at the television. Wait! Was I about to visit Gravity Falls?
During that first visit, I spent hours wandering through the neighborhoods for what seemed like only 30 minutes. Every time I visited, I went back to Gold Hill. Whether it was for lunch at Teapot on Wheels, finally taking that dizzying (literally) tour of the Oregon Vortex and the House of Mystery, or enjoying a nature walk that ended with a gorgeous view of the Rogue River.
Before I walked to the Rogue River on one smoky August day, I finally had a chance to visit Patti’s Kitchen. This little restaurant was everything you would want to see in a small town diner. This included the limited amount of seating for the most popular restaurant in town and incredibly friendly people.
Saturday morning. Small town scene. A writer in town absorbing the essence Of a one room diner on a near-perfect day. The energy of millions of stories; A thousand lives. The home of gold and anomaly That begins with a good cup of coffee And home style food. I sat at a table with a local today In a diner filled to the edges. We haven’t spoken a word in greeting, Yet, I enjoy the company As I write my words And he looks through his phone. Filling up on coffee Before my mini breakfast arrives.
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For a second, I didn’t focus solely on coffee and tried to do things a little differently. But, it immediately fell flat. I started working on a daily blog challenge and mixed it with poetry. It wasn’t the idea that was wrong nor am I going to end any of it. But, I realized the vibe was off. When I meet new people, about 80% of our conversations start with coffee. “What kind of coffee do you recommend?” “Which coffee shop is your favorite?” So, writing about anything else that doesn’t at least have some far reaching relationship to coffee seems almost sacrilege.
So, my poetry is going to be about Coffee. Today’s poem is a Fibonacci poem about Coffee. If you have a favorite kind of coffee or recommendation be sure to drop it in the comments.
This is part of the April #AtoZchallenge series.
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