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Jun 23
poem 1 comment
adalet

coffee with honey

she was surprised to find that
sometimes home can look like
a mother with eyes like
the mediterranean and a smile
soaked in honey

a feeling found in twisted
hair, as soft as moss and bitter
as black coffee, written
in tongues foreign yet familiar, in
dust that tickles your nose and in
laughter that shakes you to the core

sometimes home is a fleeting sense
of recognition, of familiarity
found in the corners of a smile or
the edges of softening eye
contact- that moment of "our
souls have known each other since
the beginning of time and
i would recognize you 
anywhere," perhaps you
truly see me

 
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Posted: 06.23.18
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  1. jbird18
    Jun 23, 2018

    Ooooooohhhhh. This piece is warm and rich and deep just like what it describes. I love the title and it's connection to the poem. It may just be the way I read it, but each line seems to pull me to the next one and so the short line length + the movement from one line to the next create a slow yet seamless flow from beginning to end.

    Additionally, the simple language you use conveys the simplicity and purity of what you say, yet you still weave in vivid and strong descriptions: a smile soaked in honey; twisted hair as soft as moss and bitter as black coffee; also the dust and the laughter. I'm pulled right into your words and begin to want to feel that dust and laughter with the speaker-- to feel that strong but fleeting and always intimate feeling of home.

    I would love to hear you read this piece-- I feel that your voice and presentation could add the the power and delicacy of your words. You can easily add a recording of yourself under the "Add Media" then "Audio Record" tabs when you edit the piece.

    I also enjoy putting honey in my coffee so I love the meaning you've put in the title & now I'll always think of this piece when I put honey into my coffee :)

    Best,
    Janet

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