Here's an original poem for today based on a coffee maker! (I won't say I'm balmy, but I do think I'm leaning that way.)
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
My Coffee Maker
My coffee maker,
a gift from a friend,
would signal the completion
of its task with five rhythmic
until, less than a year later,
it stopped its beeping
How I missed the sound!
Six months after that,
brewing finished, it issued
a single beep.
Now, it will, on occasion,
or, issue one lone toll.
Most of the time, though,
Like an old friendship
its coffee may not be as warm
as it once had been.
Yet, like an old friend,
my coffee maker can coax
a smile on the most
random of days.
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I had to laugh and read this to my husband. Ours still beeps those 5 piercing beeps. Sometimes I wish it wouldn't, when everyone is asleep. I've tried finding from whence the beep emanates to muffle it! I never thought of how I'd feel if it actually stopped. I think I might be a little sad. Fun poem!ReplyDelete
I am easily side-tracked, so the beeps are good for reminding me that if I want my coffee fresh and hot I should get it now!Delete
I use a Kuerig (which I think is totally not environmentally friendly) and the sound it makes as the coffee finishes brewing is the comforting sound of morning to me. This is a funny poem that leads to a new understanding about life.ReplyDelete
After I went through three Kuerigs in a relatively short span of time, I decided a good old drip machine was a whole lot cheaper! I'm glad yours works well. The one at work seems to be okay, too. I must give off bad vibes at home.Delete
Life's rewards, even tiny, are what we depend upon, and the loss of a few beeps can make us nostalgic. Perhaps I'm reading too much into it, but your poem, to me, touches other changes, too. I loved reading it, Diane.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Linda. It was on one of the five-beep days that the poem popped into my head. Even the tiny rewards can bring riches (or poems).Delete
My husband and I replaced the old, beeping coffee maker when it strained to let out its final beeeeeep. The new, shiny, silver one doesn't signal coffee time with beeps but lets out a steamy sigh like a dragon, living down deep in the darkness of our morning brew.ReplyDelete
:) Love this! A coffee dragon...Delete
A sigh is good, but too much gurgling like we get from the machine at work, can be disconcerting! (OMG! The poor machine is choking!)Delete
Hmmm...I feel like I'm starting to relate to this dear old coffee maker!ReplyDelete
We are pour-over coffee folks in this house, no machines to break down. :-)
I used a French press for a short period, but it left me with the impression that my coffee was muddy.Delete
Love the quirkiness of this poem, Diane. Made me smile and think of appliances I own with which I also have a personal relationship. :) Our old coffee maker still works but has always been silent -- could be it's moping because I prefer tea . . .ReplyDelete
You'll have to speak to it, Jama, and try to convince it that it's a special occasion when you do use it. Like it's "special."Delete
What a fun poem. Ours just gives off a little hiss and gurgle as the last of the water percolates through the grounds into the pot. The best for me, though, is the aroma of coffee wafting through the house when I awaken.ReplyDelete
Even if I didn't drink coffee, I would still love the smell!Delete
I hope it's a coffee-smile day for you, Diane.ReplyDelete
This morning was a five-beeper! So, yes, a coffee-smile day!Delete
Our coffee rituals ... don’t know what I would do without mine! ☕️ReplyDelete
It's a rare day I don't have three cups in the morning!Delete
I love that you made a poem out of this persnickety little machine's habits. Delightful! I guess, being a well-traveled coffee maker, it's entitled to beep whenever it wants to. ;0)ReplyDelete
I hadn't considered its travels! Maybe that's another poem...Delete
Nice ode to your coffee maker Diane. We have an ancient radio alarm clock that's telling us it's tired and ready to take a break. Thanks!ReplyDelete
We get so attached to things, but at least a coffee maker doesn't just gather sit around and gather dust (unlike some of the other things I've kept for years. but never use).Delete
I savor the aroma of coffee, tho I am a preferred Yerba & Egyptian Licorice tea drinker.ReplyDelete
It is wonderful to write a poem tribute about our dependency on these small appliances & helpmates that we rely on to smooth our way. Now I'm thinking about how I love my 20 year old microwave - little beaming light, the funny ding!
This is a delightful poem & post, Diane. Appreciations.
"Yerba & Egyptian Licorice"--how intriguing! I've never come across it. Do you buy it at your local grocery store or is it a special order thing?Delete
Thanks for the humor, Diane. We do become attached to our electrical appliances.ReplyDelete
And anthropomorphize them!Delete
Lol. I hated the five beep finish and gave that coffee pot away. Bought a new maker...four beeps. Progress!ReplyDelete
Ha, ha, Linda!Delete
I have a Nespresso machine, I love its convenience - but we still do occasionally use our other brewing coffee machine. I don't think I'd survive without coffee. :)ReplyDelete
Those beeps always signal the promise of a brand new day, whether five or one...I, too, love that sound, Diane.ReplyDelete
Makes me wish I drank coffee again! I could use that kind of steady morning relationship.ReplyDelete
This makes me think of Pavlov. I love your ode to the beep.ReplyDelete