Coffee Speed Dating

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65 thoughts on “Coffee Speed Dating”

  1. I love the way you have constructed this in short bursts, Magaly, each one like a sip, or even gulp, of something hot, bitter and scorching, till the finding of the right blend makes everything smooth. There is a lovely wry humor here too that made me life, even as the laser cut to the chase of how many false faces we can find over a simple beverage. Really enjoyed this, every word.

  2. Love it, your words are deliciously yummy as a warm and loving cup being sipped in short hot bursts of delight. Tea and coffee drinkers meeting and blending over laughter.

  3. It is true that you can tell a lot about a person by how they take their tea or coffee! Spitfire writing, rat-a-tat-tatting bullets of delight across my imagination. How ever did you do this so early in the morning? Oh, yeah, bitter, sweet, dark, and scorching! I forgot!

  4. This is a beautifully constructed poem Maggie. It flows smoothly enough to grasp the speed dating service ideal, but I thought the lines could be shortened a bit — to make it flow a little faster. (Not sure if you would want to do that or not). Either way, this was a really interesting poem to read. I particularly liked the part with the guy who named off all of his children, talk about a handful. (I certainly wouldn’t have been able to handle that either).

  5. I know it’s said ‘chic’ but in my head its always cheeping fowl too. So glad it’s not just me. Love watching this unfurl, like a trail of cream in the cup.

  6. What are you thinking? I wish I knew. This speed dating thing is mean!
    I like it, Magaly, it fits the picture so fine. Good job!
    Really though, I would have liked speed dating. They didn’t have it when I was open for dates.
    ..

  7. ha…that man is truly international having children from so many races ;)…..became a bit interested about Omkar’s mother ;)…my favorite lines have already been mentioned by others…those about her breath and his smile….the poem is a delight to read Magaly…

    • I’m sad to say that I actually know someone (military guy) who has this number of children, with the same number of mothers, from countries suggested by names… And he has the scruples of a slug.

  8. This captures the distracting clatter of a date with someone(s) who is only a voice balloon and horrorshow breath (delightful!). That’s where engagement must begin, but it’s also what often chases us happily back into solitude. Such abrasion of the outer surfaces to come any distance closer to the interior!

  9. I always love your words so much. They make me feel as if i am learning a well hidden secret. I am so glad you are trying this new diet. I hope this will alleviate all your gastrointestinal problems. Mine is so much different than i was always eating, and it made a difference in my metabolism. Have a blessed week!

    • I’m keeping my fingers crossed. The diet (low FODMAPs) is very restrictive, so it’s difficult getting used to. But if it works, then I won’t mind the sacrifice. If it doesn’t, then I shall rant, lol!

  10. He looked well-groomed,
    and his smile could end small wars.
    I cradled my cup.

    Tends to think most coffee drinkers are well primed for action in a good way! Wonderful conversation piece Magaly!

    Hank

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