Mourning Brew

Mourning Brew

A Poem by Robert Trakofler
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This is a rework of an old poem spoken word link in the note for reviewers section thanks for reading/listening to me:)

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Spot dead fly in my coffee cup

Searching for sustenance

Plummeted to his final sup 

Of last days utterance

 

Now I prepare my final brew

My last refuge to grinds

Filled with the Stirrings of you

My Ritual of rhymes

 

In Composing ache turns to throb  

As the caffeine wakens

My dull sense to silent sob

This heart is still breaking

 

My final swallows drawing near

Laying myself to bare

Feelings I should not say for fear

Truth giving art to tear

 

Like my little brother that fly

For sustenance of need

I still drink wishing not to die

But each day I still feed

 

This mourning brew I drink for you

To my lost certainty

Of the notions I once held true

in liquid scrutiny

 

They will find me at the bottom

Of my old coffee mug

With a grand smile slightly trodden

And a scrawls final hug

 

And if one day fortune favors

You might take that embrace

Please make it yours, drink its savor

And take it to a further grace




© 2020 Robert Trakofler


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As the title suggests, this is a meditation on death. Finding a dead fly in your coffee cup can start the day off badly in any case, but here it is a reminder to the speaker of a particular loss. No specifics are given, but it is apparent that the decedent was someone close. Also apparent is the fact that the speaker has been reminded of his own mortality, of the time when his own silent remains will be discovered. As the Book of Common Prayer tells us, in the midst of life we are in death. Perhaps we should find a way to make friends with it.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

4 Weeks Ago

buzz buzz buzz you made my head buzz I wrote this so long ago I had forgotten what i was thinking wh.. read more



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caffeine wakens
My dull sense to silent sob
This heart is still breaking

oh my this such a
poignant piece with
intense emotions

In the midst of
life there is death
ever present .to
be served in that
final cup of brew

we live
we weep
we wait
until we hit bottom
Nice work here

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

2 Weeks Ago

Hi Fran:) thats funny I just decided to have another cup and here you appeared! It is a bittersweet .. read more
  Fran Marie

2 Weeks Ago

well abracadabra!
reached out
and grab
pour me
a cuppa
I'll joi.. read more
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A dead fly in the coffee cup and you still drank it?? Ewwww. You must have been desperate for that brew! Lol. And they say caffeine is addictive! There is a touching tone flowing through this one. A sense of loss and moments of introspection can be read from it. It's great that a poem like this can flow from something as simple as a cup of coffee. It shows your imagination is on fire. I love the twist in the title name, too. I am a tea drinker so i will take a lesson from your poem: always check the teacup for dead insects! Lol. Another fine write, dear Robert! :))

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

3 Weeks Ago

but if a an insect does dive into your teacup for the sustenance of your brew take it as a complimen.. read more
very emotive .. can't believe i feel for a fly as well as your speaker .. its touching and heart breaking .. i'm on my second cup for the morning Bunny Man ... all I can think about are the stains on the cup .. its such a tragic habit when we torture ourselves i mourning .. but we really do have to accept the stages each in its own time ... reading has got me re-brewing ... grounds swirling .. well done sir! this one fits like a glove for me :( thank you for including your reading of it! when I heard that last cup being poured .. it chilled me to the bone, Robert ... my instant impression was poison ... your voice and reading are excellent says i .. someone to sit with :)
E.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

3 Weeks Ago

LOL I am on my second cup too:) this is one of those poems for me that at times I think it very clev.. read more
Einstein Noodle

3 Weeks Ago

oh yeah .. absolutely .. and the spoken word is extra good ... keep staying safe my friend ... how's.. read more
I like it a lot. I'm not totaly sure quite what to suggest. it's good. good use of language, hm, it would something else if there was a moment of biting humor in it, if you could make that work. I don't know how to do that but I can imagine it.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

3 Weeks Ago

I don't know re; the humor bit but the seed is planted this is a really old poem it originally morph.. read more
A looked at the dead fly in a totally new way, dear Bunny. They were raisins from the sky to me but now they embody our human qualities too. Loved this poem.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

3 Weeks Ago

LOL my cat loves to moth hunt:)
My problem . . . coffee cup painted dark brown inside, so I can't tell how much crap I'm drinking. Occasionally I use creamer & then I see many black dots, not sure which ones are flies & which are scum scraped off the sides (I rarely wash my cup). Anyhow, you've taken the dead-fly-in-coffee theme just about as far as it can go. I actually think this sounds like you worship the flies in your coffee. Well, if you can't beat 'em, why not worship 'em? This axiom doesn't apply to the upcoming election, of course *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

4 Weeks Ago

I forgot to listen. Now I'm listening . . . now I feel the more treacherous underlying meaning here... read more
Robert Trakofler

4 Weeks Ago

LOL I recorded my coffee pot brewing for the background noise it has an interesting rhythm I may wor.. read more
barleygirl

4 Weeks Ago

I couldn't tell what that was, thru-out . . . thought it was static . . . thought you were brushing .. read more
sounds like a bad way to ruin a good cup of coffee

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dave Brown

3 Weeks Ago

everytime you change your image you seem to get more handsome
What R U doing tonight big guy!.. read more
Robert Trakofler

3 Weeks Ago

its all done with mirrors
Dave Brown

3 Weeks Ago

: )
John robbed my thoughts. :-) I've never liked coffee, believe it or not. I've always been a tea guy. And funny enough, I've also contemplated my mortality over a cup. :-)

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

4 Weeks Ago

it's written in the leaves:)
As the title suggests, this is a meditation on death. Finding a dead fly in your coffee cup can start the day off badly in any case, but here it is a reminder to the speaker of a particular loss. No specifics are given, but it is apparent that the decedent was someone close. Also apparent is the fact that the speaker has been reminded of his own mortality, of the time when his own silent remains will be discovered. As the Book of Common Prayer tells us, in the midst of life we are in death. Perhaps we should find a way to make friends with it.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

4 Weeks Ago

buzz buzz buzz you made my head buzz I wrote this so long ago I had forgotten what i was thinking wh.. read more


a poem most haunting dear Bunny ... a fine reincarnation and superb manifestation all rolled into one ....

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

4 Weeks Ago

thanks Nev! I ran across someone else's "coffee" poem somewhere and it made me revisit this old one)
Neville

4 Weeks Ago


... I bet ya made a write old mess .. hope you had a mop handy Rob :)

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