First Love Poem

sophia sips coffee poem image copy

Sophia sips coffee

In Oakland irreverently.

She pushes paper while listening.

Knitting a hammock to lay in,

There’s dog-walking and

Yoga, cooking, and Coptic book binding

As explained in The Private Library.

She’s closed the chapter on the end of the world.

Says its her word against time.

She bakes her way into silver linings

Via two-steps.

She hears the Withering Spoon.

Reality is fictionalized through

Witchery and Wild Love.

Sources her ethics

Through Americans, pillows, and breakfast.

Her mouth is an art object.

Hiking with puppies

And binging on Netflix.

I am curious

Wanting to share, and

Grow together like hair.

I ride my bike to get Euphoria.

Could this be you?

I like ice cream, but my body

Abhors it.

I have photography at the Oakland Museum,

But it is locked away.

I would love to make more

With you and I don’t mind dirt.

I love hiking and conversations,

But not steep overlooks.

Advertisements

5 comments

  1. Different pieces of life come together in the photograph as well as in the poem. Somehow the woman’s beautiful long hair seems to stand for a symbol of life force.

    The poem has an enigmatic and mysterious air. Sophia, meaning “wisdom” in Greek, knows how to protect herself in her richer inner world, historical memory “she’s closed the chapter on the end of the world” and a kind of intimate resistance to our current dark times. We can see a lovely image when it says “she bakes her way into silver linings” and there might be a connection with the classical and perfect Greek beauty “her mouth is an art object”; it can suggest she talks beautifully she dispenses wisdom.

    It is great the shift from “I” to “you” persons, it gets the reader involved. “I ride my bike to get Euphoria. Could this be you?” I like the connection between Euphoria and Sophia (Greek origin) and the symbolism of the word Euphoria meaning lightness, health.

    The ice cream abhorrence could be connected with the idea of the “I” person desiring to share a life with this woman “grow together like hair”, but being aware of something doomed or certain to fail.

    The photography being locked away could be an image to stand for an unrealized dream or desire.

    I think the poem expresses very well our human contradictions. On the one hand, we want something desperately (“I don’t mind dirt”) but, on the other, we see the danger of it, like an abyss with “steep overlooks.”


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s