Café Olé Intermedio

[~Sophia~]

Café Olé Intermedio

You gave me Carroll and Lorca
I gave you Flamenco with
a little Sexton on the side.
My castanet clacking confessions
driving your habitual duende.

It was always like this.

Sinking into my reserved spot

on our thrift shop sofa
studying

the cinder shoot rooted to your lips.

Ash colonizing eight inches above 

the carbon stained keyboard, 

a wraith cut-out diminishing, 

the cigarette dragged on.


Eventually you bled to death
leaving nothing but wet dreams
on the marriage bed. Did you forget
I lived in your jugular?

I miss the frothy awakenings,
Café Olé in the morning.
Your mouth tracing my torso

the way a luthier carves willow,

flirting with the taut narrow

until the viola moaned

one octave above 

the cello.

[a_little_wisp]

Café Olé Intermedio

I miss the frothy awakenings,
Café Olé in the morning.
Your mouth tracing my torso

the way a luthier carves willow,

flirting with the taut narrow

until the viola moaned

one octave above 

the cello.

First, anything having to do with a cello, even if it's just the word, makes my soul hum.

That hard 'c' alliteration going on here makes me want a coffee. Or a cappucino. It also made this little bit stand out more:


Eventually you bled to death
leaving nothing but wet dreams
on the marriage bed. Did you forget
I lived in your jugular?

This was musical, this is brilliant. I love your diction. The whole last bit with "luthier", "frothy" made me feeling like I was drinking smooth, foamed milk. It's just natural. If it makes any sense, the poem tasted perfect. You word barista, you.

[PrinceMyshkin]

It is not the entire truth that the devil is in the details but, as here, the life is in them, the lived life, the felt life! Nothing here of Wordsworth's "emotion recollected in tranquillity' but life being lived before our very eyes!

"To be is a blessing. To live is holy." A.J. Heschel

[Virgil]

Wow, Sphia, you are blowing me away with your poetry. This seemed a little hum drum in the openning few lines, but it really picked up. I loved this particualry stanza:


the cinder shoot rooted to your lips.

Ash colonizing eight inches above 

the carbon stained keyboard, 

a wraith cut-out diminishing, 

the cigarette dragged on.
That just seemed so original and made up for the openning. :)

[~Sophia~]

Thanks a_little_wisp!


You word barista, you.

Hope you went out and got a large extra fat, extra foam latte. (I miss those, the coffee shops here primarily serve a small cup of very strong coffee, like an espresso) Your comments made me grin. You are a double double wisp of sweet!

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PrinceM!


It is not the entire truth that the devil is in the details:brow: I would have used a little devil emoticon if one was available LOL. Now I'll just say the devil made me write it. Thanks Prince!

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Hi Virgil!


This seemed a little hum drum in the openning few lines,

Oh rats, I actually liked the opening. I'm glad you kept reading and found the rest of it better! The smoking stanza came to me while I was typing with a cigarette in my mouth....:)

[seanlol]

Very well written.

[~Sophia~]

Thanks Sean!

[Delta40]

You have alot of passion Sophia! Let my plastic tumbler of cheap wine toast you.

[~Sophia~]

Aw shucks Delta:blush:

Hey, pass me your tumbler, I just opened a new box of wine:banana:PARTY!

[Delta40]

Glup Glup Glup....Mmmm cabernet. It tastes so much better in an old 'Coke adds Life' cup... Dancing now with clown smile