Thursday, September 4, 2008

Coffee

Coffee, sweet coffee

You are inevitable!

You warm me when I am cold

You make me get to work


I feel sad when you are left out in the compound

And rain drains your purity

Like a worn-out flower

Battered by the sun


As a child, I remember when…

I would pick you up from under the tree

And watch you dry up for sale

Then buy cookies and balloons


I hate to see them

Planting you on the bleak soil

And expecting you to retain your beauty

By feeding you with fertilizers


Not all hope is gone

Gradually but surely, you will rise again

Farmers are making everything possible

To uplift your growth and development

15 comments:

Oracle said...

Lindah,
For some reason I find this poem funny. (Don't mind me)
Itz cool and simple.

Jaycee said...

Love for coffee...*sigh*

Although I cannot relate, I share the same kind of love for COCOA...:)

AlooFar said...

Poellowcase

I like this installation.
Beyond the obvious, I observed the innuendos. I’m not sure that is intended.
But I like it. The love for coffee sounds powerfully romantic, except for the third verse.

The last verse got me laughing. The poet, in my opinion, is saying…

Not all hope is gone
Gradually but surely, you will rise again
Doctors are working in their labs to produce improved seeds (in this case, Aphrodisiac)

;)

Lindah said...

@ oracle, Just patched up some of the random coffee memoirs. How are you?

@ Jaycee, that must be a sweet tooth.

@ Aloofar, you are a true analyst, but did you mention doctors?
man...they contribute to the destruction of coffee.

Some of these chemicals and fertilizers invite coffee pests and diseases. For instance, Mbarara was one of the outstanding districts in Uganda, known for growing and producing excellent coffee in the 90s, but a mysterious disease, 'toduula' which means don't brag, left most of the coffee field as empty as shells. I hate fertilizerz........

Don said...

Nice, nice prose Lindah. I had to read it a few times to take in the underlying meaning, but it was worth it. I love this piece. It shows reflection and growth.

Kafo said...

not a coffee person but i like the journey you took us on

Anonymous said...

hmmm, coffee huh? Its called sex ova here......that why I titled my blog Kinshars world, and my morning coffee....lol

Rita said...

This is a nice one Lindah...I really can't believe that there was once a time africa was depending on cocoa as a source of income...now it's all gone...

I like the titles of your poems...Simple 1-words...

Emilia said...

nice poem gal like it for real... saw you around bloggville and thought I should just come bye and see what you are upto...
Like the poem once again Like Rita says cant believe it´s all gone

ShonaVixen said...

am a Starbucks addict...caramel macchiato being my weakness so am glad u did a dedication to coffee!!!

Lindah said...

@Don, Thanks.

@Kafo, coffee is good,keep trying.

@kin'shar, What! from ice cream to coffee....the next thing is to call it chocolate...oops!

Is it a comparison of sex with sweet stuff? People....

@ y'all, thanks for analyzing.

Lindah said...

@Don, Thanks.

@Kafo, coffee is good,keep trying.

@kin'shar, What! from ice cream to coffee....the next thing is to call it chocolate...oops!

Is it a comparison of sex with sweet stuff? People....

@ y'all, thanks for analyzing.

James Tubman said...

i love your poetry lin

that was sweet

i think thats the greatest ode to coffee ive ever read :)

Emi's said...

Lovely Tribute.
I Love coffee and plan to sample all world varieties some day

Lindah said...

@y'all thanks for appreciating coffee.