If Coffee was a sound

Posted by andysmerdon on March 28, 2015
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I was thinking – Coffee is a drink, a drug and a colour; what if it was also a sound?  I asked some friends what it would sound like.  This is my interpretation of what they said.  Thank you for you help guys 🙂

 

At a silver moon,

On a distant hill,

A successful hunt is announced.

A pack of dingoes howl…

Maybe this is the sound of coffee?

 

Through an open window,

Released from the smoky confines

Of a single bed studio,

A haunted alto-sax brays a single

Inspired note…

Does it scream the sound of coffee?

 

Beneath the rain soaked street

Gurgles unknown liquid.

Through untold twists and turns

To hidden places,

That beckons the seeker…

Does she hear the sound of coffee?

 

Between the madding crowd

His footsteps carry him to the source;

A gentle buzz.

Like a distant, overheard conversation

That’s never whispered behind his back…

This is surely the sound of coffee?

 

Across an African plain they come;

One million hooves.

Their thunder quickens one’s breath,

Enlivens one’s heart,

Crescendos and carries one onwards…

Mirroring the sound of coffee?

 

Ocean waves crash in salty air,

Hissing against a golden beach.

Washing away all signs of intervention.

Nature’s white noise,

Enriches the senses and moves the soul…

Closer to the sound of coffee?

 

A gentle shrug and soft sigh,

A look that drifts into the distance,

A mind at peace and pondering;

If a tree falls in a forest

And nobody is around to hear it…

Will that be the sound of coffee?

28 comments on “If Coffee was a sound”

    • Thanks for visiting Dom! It was a fun exercise – and most of the people I asked looked at me like I was crazy 🙂 some simply said it sounded like a percolator, espresso machine etc – the sounds associated with making and drinking a good cup, but some just stared for a few seconds, smiled and hit me with amazing suggestions.

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  7. I do something similar with my second graders when we write color poetry; however, your poem almost makes me want to drink coffee.

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  8. A few color poems from my students…

    Sunset
    Sunset is the fiery sun through
    a window. It sounds like the click
    of a car light and tastes
    like a hot ball in my mouth.
    It looks like the crisp apple
    on a happy tree,
    the gas of the flaming sun.

    Straw
    Straw is a sour lemon being
    burnt by a sunbeam.
    It sounds like high-pitched
    whistles and screams from the
    playground and tastes like
    a salty lime being spiced. It looks
    like highlighters drawing on
    yellow paper and feels like
    a stinging, but smooth freshly cleaned counter.

    Pearl
    Pearl is white metal from the park.
    It sounds like kids tapping on a hard box and tastes like flour.
    Pearl looks like hard spheres under the sea and feels like hot
    lights.

    Some of them really get into it and it’s fun to watch them hear the words out loud and in their head. 🙂

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  9. Thank you so much for sharing these poems – I love them all! I particularly love these lines from each poem:
    ” It sounds like the click
    of a car light and tastes
    like a hot ball in my mouth.”

    “tastes like
    a salty lime being spiced”

    and

    “It sounds like kids tapping on a hard box and tastes like flour.”

    tastes like flour – I had to Google this – there is a flour company in Indonesia named Pearl… coincidence? 🙂

    Thank you once again for sharing, this has made me smile.
    Kind regards,
    Andy

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  11. I believe the flour comparison is a coincidence, but their poems are so fresh in many ways. Some of the other teachers don’t seem to get it when I’m excited by a line or two or even word choice, but it’s so fun. Writingfix.com along with Rose, Where Did You Get That Red? and Wishes, Lies, and Dreams have been invaluable resources through the years.

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  12. Yes, it is the freshness and lack of concern about what others will think about thier writing that makes the poems surprising, also thanks for the tip – ill be checking those sites out

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  13. and the ” incense of the mud brew in the air ”
    had the meaning of coffee in one of my poems ” Unity “

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