Communion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Coffee is a kind of magic you can drink.” Catherynne M. Valente

Communion

I held that mug and treasured the thought
of it and, knowing I would sip, I held off
so that the liminal feeling would linger
longer, letting the feelings arise and 
anticipation build to this sacred moment,
the scent of a coffee, the swirl, the steam,
should never be rushed or taken lightly,
for it will never be repeated, no one sip is
the same as another, and the first, well the 
first is a ritual of exquisite religion within
the temple of my senses.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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44 responses to “Communion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. I agree. I missed it for the whole of May

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  2. Post itself is ” Coffee ” to refresh the Mind and Body!
    “……… temple of my senses.” Wonderful Imagination!

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  3. I love your coffee metaphor… and the temple of the senses!!

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  4. Ah, the sacred morning brew!

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  5. Yes but I’m thinking of changing to herbal tea…we’ll see how that goes🙄

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  6. Hah! As the saying goes, “you’re preaching the choir!”
    For me, the actual ritual is the making of the coffee in the early morn. I grind new beans each morning….exactly for two cups worth. I put them in the filter of my chemex (glass pour-through pot) and then pour in just enough boiling water to cover the beans…then count one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two to one-thousand-thirty – the equivalent of 30 seconds to let the wet ground beans “breathe”….many times during that counting I put my head over that delectable breathing mass and smell…ahhh….then I slowly pour, in circular fashion, counter-clockwise the remaining boiling water (just a tad over two cups total, which has been measured into my glass measuring cup). Earlier, I’ve filled a thermos that fits my two cups with just a bit of breathing room, with boiling water, put the cap on and let it get hot. When coffee is made: dump out hot water from thermos, dump the filter with saturated beans, and pour the coffee immediately into the thermos, except for the first 1/2 cup which goes into my mug.
    Well….I’m sure you see why I said your poem speaks to me! 🙂

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  7. Cheers! I am drinking coffee at this very minute. Resting on my desk as I type. Stream of consciousness works so well with the coffee processes!

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  8. The “temple of the senses” indeed! I’m off to make a pot of coffee now. :>)
    pax,
    dora

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  9. I understand the poem, but for me, I have to have iced tea in the morning. I do like a cuppa in the afternoon with my Oreo cookie snack.

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  10. As I neared the end of the poem, I was asking myself if life experiences are our coffee. Every moment is for savoring and can never be repeated, and it always touches our temple of senses.

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  11. As much as I dislike coffee, I can resonate with this. Beautifully penned, it’s always one sip at a time to savor it all before it’s gone.

    Hot cocoa is where it’s at for me.

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  12. You crafted your thoughts beautifully

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  13. That is how I feel about chai tea, thickened with cream. Enjoyed this Paul!

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  14. A ritual to be savoured for sure! I like how you conjured this up.

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  15. With union, man and his senses, seeking forth, taking note of every whiff and swirl of steam, being totally in the moment. Nice stuff ~ peace, Jason

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  16. AMEN, AMEN, AMEN!!

    🥰 ☕️!!

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  17. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    LET US COMMUNE!

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  18. Fully agree, Paul! But the last two lines. 😉 The Pope will visit you in your dreams. Lol xx Michael

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  19. Written as a true coffee lover! I love how sensory this poem is.

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  20. Paul, I’m a follower of that religion. Amen to the bean and its blessings.

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  21. Your description of the coffee as a ritual made me smile… I just wish I could treat that first sip as well as that.

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  22. Wondrous! Masterfully penned 😀

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