[stylist] It just came to me

[Lynda Lambert]

I read this after I responded to the other one. You added more detail to the 
painting! This picture is right out of the 1960s in my mind as I read it. 
The plastic fruit, the lighter and ashtray, the furniture...and you used the 
past tense throughout most of the poem as well. The fresh flowers bring the 
past into the present, in my mind. And, then reflecting on the future comes 
forward near the end of the poem, when contemplating something that will not 
"fit" in at a future time or place. I really do like this poem, Eve. You do 
have a gift for brining "life" into the poems you write.
Lynda





----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Eve Sanchez" <3rdeyeonly at gmail.com>
To: "Writer's Division Mailing List" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Wednesday, June 13, 2012 2:28 PM
Subject: Re: [stylist] It just came to me


> Oops again. Here is the revised edition. I actually forgot to write a part
> I wanted in there.
>
>
>
> Coffee Cans
>
>
> The mantel was lined with old coffee cans.
>
> No consistency.
>
> Folgers, Maxwell House, and Hills Bros.
>
> It depended on what had been on special at the time.
>
> Their lids, all on tight.
>
> Hands full of fresh lilac surrounded them.
>
> Laying in front and stuffed between.
>
> At the end of the line was a smaller can.
>
> It held the image of a peanut in a top hat.
>
> This was surrounded by sweet pea and baby's breath.
>
> Another of the cans, a red Folgers,
>
> had a single rose atop it's lid.
>
> Slightly wilted.
>
> The edges of the petals starting to blacken.
>
> The house was immaculate.
>
> Hardwood floors free of rugs or clutter.
>
> Lace on the arms of the over stuffed chairs.
>
> An afghan across the back of the couch.
>
> On the coffee table lay a bowl of wax fruit.
>
> Beside it was an ashtray and a glass lighter.
>
> The lighter was filled with an amber fluid
>
> though no one has smoked in the house for years.
>
> From the kitchen came the smell of a fresh brewed pot.
>
> A half full canister sitting on the counter.
>
> Now plastic.
>
> Plastic.
>
> Would hardly fit in when the time comes.
>
>
>
> And sorry Myrna, but who said the cans were empty? :) Eve
>
> On Wed, Jun 13, 2012 at 12:07 PM, Jacqueline Williams 
> <jackieleepoet at cox.net
>> wrote:
>
>> Eve,
>> Charming, unusual as to content, I am looking for a possible different
>> title
>> to give a deeper meaning to the empty cans surrounded by flowers.
>> I can smell the coffee in this immaculate house, but I want more!
>> If it wrote itself, it has to be full of significance. Can't wait for 
>> Lynda
>> to explicate it.
>> Jackie
>>
>> -----Original Message-----
>> From: stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On
>> Behalf Of Eve Sanchez
>> Sent: Wednesday, June 13, 2012 10:13 AM
>> To: Writer's Division Mailing List
>> Subject: Re: [stylist] It just came to me
>>
>> Oops. I meant to paste it for those who have difficulty opening
>> attachments.
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>> Coffee Cans
>>
>>
>> The mantel was lined with old coffee cans.
>>
>> No consistency.
>>
>> Folgers, Maxwell House, and Hills Bros.
>>
>> It depended on what had been on special at the time.
>>
>> Their lids, all on tight.
>>
>> Hands full of fresh lilac surrounded them.
>>
>> Laying in front and stuffed between.
>>
>> At the end of the line was a smaller can.
>>
>> It held the image of a peanut in a top hat.
>>
>> This was surrounded by sweet pea and baby's breath.
>>
>> Another of the cans, a red Folgers,
>>
>> had a single rose atop it's lid.
>>
>> Slightly wilted.
>>
>> The edges of the petals starting to blacken.
>>
>> The house was immaculate.
>>
>> Hardwood floors free of rugs or clutter.
>>
>> Lace on the arms of the over stuffed chairs.
>>
>> An afghan across the back of the couch.
>>
>> From the kitchen came the smell of a fresh brewed pot.
>>
>> A half full canister sitting on the counter.
>>
>> Now plastic.
>>
>> Plastic.
>>
>> Would hardly fit in when the time comes.
>>
>> Enjoy.
>>
>> On Wed, Jun 13, 2012 at 11:10 AM, Eve Sanchez <3rdeyeonly at gmail.com>
>> wrote:
>>
>> > He y'all. Last night, I do not know why, this poem came to me. It 
>> > flowed
>> > like hot coffee at a diner. (pun intended) What do y'all think? I hope
>> you
>> > enjoy. :) Eve
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