Bibliobella Drinks a Turkish Coffee

Ms. Haiku
Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
edited February 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as Death, and sweet as Love - Turkish Proverb

She set two demitasse cups on a tray
covered in basil and lavender sprigs.
On one cup she slowly writes "amore"
and breathes in the scent of Paolo's rooms.

Bella researched this recipe for years,
and found one scrawled by a village midwife
who divined paths from the liquid mirror
for strangers who imported cardamom.
Bella added dried orange zest for good luck.

As she begins to drink this nightly coffee
she holds his labeled cup in her left hand.
Within this scent of bazaars she's serene,
and recites Neruda's Sonnet 7:
time spent with poetry is not lonely.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
    charles wrote:
    words for worst days
    read alone
    zests of good luck
    coffee
    and a good book
    such an attractive couple
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird

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