Peculiar, I thought that was coffee?
Just from the nose twinging aroma.
I must have been in a reverie,a dozing alliterative nirvana.
And now this blustery wind driven rain convulsuses in every patch and parchment.
Dispensed with car, maybe folly but I’m environmentally inclined.
The coffee man frustrated to a degree.
“It’s your shadow acting as otherworld counsel.
Weather…. let’s say lacking a sunny disposition,
the sun has wilted like a blossoming flower in the sky.
Coffee on an unofficial leave of absence.
The one who had this flourishing capacity for rituals and relish, even disconnected out of the blue elements of surprise also viewed the innocuous through a lens.
Life as rotating mirror driven spectacle.
“A missing person.
Now if that is not a crisis spinning out of manageable orbits then I’m stymied?”
The coffee bod if you want to be precise just refused to believe that his ironic lapses struck again.
And his shadow had a shadowy guffaw ricochet like at its hilarity wrapped in dusty hiccup clouds.
Or being a curmudgeon the incongruous milestone or KILOMETRES BOULDER if one wasn’t being shabby and snide.
But who would want to be so churlish as to revel in mordant ridicule at this habitual Coffee Sponge debacle.
“A sweep brush thistle of menageries now dawned.
It’s a zany weekend, bank holiday carnival, elongated, spun out, marathon spree.
and my partner who has her own fads, well, she is in the back of beyond and far-flung but in a fictional and phantasmic sense but anchored, buoyant.”
The Tea Lady his associate in unique amorous attachments.
The Bean Man conceded.
“The level of touching base, one on one interface between us has lessened."
Just a little symbolic coffee cup after apostrophes.
They both had pet ideas, pet interests and pets themselves.
And BOOMING CRYSTAL CLEAR CONCEPTS FOR VENTURES?
They were, both top drawer, book smart ahead of peers pet trainers.
They could with their innate powers elicit the most amazing feats from their pets.
Fetching cups, saucers, even mimicking tones by oral lip gymnastics.
GYMNASTY.
Under the pretext of a fly by day drop,
the coffee guzzler’s mirror madam indispensable plonked herself at his doorstep, a frugal three days further back.
Was it a figment of the coffee sippers shade imbued mind but she furtively removed something before a willow-the-wisp departure.
Like one of my other next doors she plagued and plied everyone even the Bean Bod with mislays and teasing quick shifts.
Tea Connoisseur lady prone opining.
“Nick and stick stuff where they’d last or least rifle!’
And winked at my pet dog.
Of course the coffee connoisseur
had this anecdotal ring of oafish neighbours one of whom was always at the cusp of some giggle ripple prank which he had yet to be a victim of such ploys.
And of course one mustn't anticipate the imminence of disaster on the tremulous grounds that that’s the worst conjuror’s rabbit out of the hat hocus-pocus.
Distance is that thing that somehow is a literary person’s treasure trove of golden nuggets for somersault spring berry salad taste bud and lyrical enchanted festoon.
Bean and tea sip were infatuated with key word shrouds that had this helter skelter of gargantuan scope entanglement with their seemingly simple whet for the simple things and what ensued.
“SURREAL.”
The Bean Person with an exclamation marking himself.
But on the surface simple things could have down the road devilish ramifications.
“Yet I have found it a depreciating glue plagued by niggling shadows cast.”
The bean sipper muttered under his breath.
He had in conjunction junction with his love pilgrim a reputation for being a caffeine kick peas in a pod high profilers.
Suddenly an echoey tap on the burgundy red weather resistant emulsified front door.
“Oh I have some excess coffee I thought might enthuse you,”
One of the elvish neighbours pried.
“HEAVEN”, the bean sipper whilst half flustered, half mood boosted.
“Bursts” of alluring emprise descended at a spontaneous coincidence materialising without that early signpost tinchy hint.
Pleasanteries blithely exchanged and the mysterious though brazen neighbour vanished.
“ASTOUNDING.”
The optimistic smirk turned visage creasing apex of scowl when they discovered it was decaffeinated coffee.
To compound the felony the irked and indignant Sip Man received a phone call from that magnanimous neighbour enquiring about how the coffee tasted!
“DIVINE” did not jump the literary queue as response.
“A baffler of this sinusoidal stagger link that connecting poser us sentient beings have between ourselves and our fixes on things. !!!
I mean as I now scatter ethereal notes to myself.
Do I squander time by a life juxtaposition to my celestial fellow tea sup journeyer?
A mirror of confluence,
THE MIND, a buzzword of both me and my ravishing tea drinker.
The swish, swirl, swing, reflections, the eddies, configuration, equispatials, equilibrium, coordination of opposites and complements.
Day and night, water and drought, laughing and crying synergies, each conceived image in assembly line,
they were a juggernaut though the underlying theme of an absence of complication might elicit intricacy.
Mug of beverage coffee one wondered.
“Have I built solid seals with my mind?
Seeing with my mind, listening with my mind… silver haze horizon throws of thoughts nascent yet transformatory?”
On foot of that perusal the Coffee Buff paced up and down the floor another freak occurrence, element devoid of premature alert was stumbled upon.
“Unfinished coffee cakes……??
Might have the kick I’m looking for.”
Well, ill, the cakes were stale and caffeine sipper had to expectorate.
His glazed orb co-pilgrim meanwhile was eye mirroring the heavens.
A source of elliptic energy and endowment as speculation was rife in her brain cell spiral consciousness as to what her other half’s shade and shadow capers might be.
Frivolous, fun fundaments, rudimentary comical.
Did she sense some riddle, puzzler, or question mark?
Did she conclude that the things they opted for as mood boost twin pearl clusters though ephemeral.
“Is there some nonpareil garnet mineral seam we both have been notoriously eclipsed by.
Maybe I should tilt those rose garden inklings to mirror of caustic scrutiny?”
So said the tea
imbiber.
But that just digresses from the general story.
A brooding sky that seemed in a morose mood of some kind oddball way might contour discourse.
As that coffee man allowed their intellect to drift across great expanses and the things linked to those rich ferment belts.
The coffee loyalist, would not blow up or balloon or even catastrophize a circumstance
It wouldn’t be in the parameters of his psyche to do so.
After all his shadow, that influential overseer which some might refer to as an influencer appeared to have that intimate correspondence with the caffeinated advocate.
The shadow would often be an otherworld signal or a species closer to the coffee man in their hour of need.
“I’ll have to do a thorough ransack
of the house just in
case there might be an alcove or recess with sought after indulgence.
Just might be sufficient coffee to tide me over.”
Well, not so well that might constitute a sea change!!
At this fraught juncture one might be bound to wave bye bye or buy buy later to that.”
“OUTLANDISH.”
Wishful thinking maybe but the coffee guzzler had this teaming mental capacity as manifold manifest composer, painter, creator, generator, octahedral sided even more polysided inventor.
And the courtship
name for each other … Mirror images.
Mirror Image Hymn …groan
Mirror image Her-b.
As she was addicted to seasoning and the most aromatic scents without a “SHADOW” of a doubt.
As an interesting aside the bean bod never if ever did keep records.
But only on dispersed scraps of paper, sometimes sticky notes,
ornate embroidered stickers wherever they may land.
His brain, the coffeed one rather similar to his outlier surround partner who waveringly and whimsically didn’t ever show the sign of being that remote still stuck in an apparent elastic vacuum.
In a what in the name of goodness flash this supermarket money off discount voucher fluttered past with a blurred barcode in a spookish flight.
Did it look like a carbon copy of another sheet on the ground?
Can’t redeem. Been defaced!
VOUCHER CAN BE DISCOUNTED!
The coffee character speculated as to wether that cheeky neighbour mentioned or someone else was the culprit.
Would I describe my memory as photographic?
Hmmm(HYMN). Not sure.”
The man reflected.
Meanwhile the Tea Connoisseur in a drole self-deprecation whispered.
“Some inside voice peeped a COFFEE would be an imaginative break with routine.
Robust tea and chocolate mousse pies?
Had a surfeit of
Tea which may surprise many!
Wonder what my HYMN is having or not having but maybe I should know that already!”
The bean sipper’s cerebral ally lucubrated.
I can visualise his antics to an extent but so milky and opaque, ear to ear grin monkey style.
Our minds fuse but are we oddment overthinkers almost twinlike, too alike.
As I am her-b the one who devours perfume we could be engaged in mirrored capers juxtapositionwise.
My thought process has a sinewy focus and it dances in a rotational ferris wheel type spew water fountain mirror dance routine.
Rush of pictorial renderings.
Me found gazing in awe into a city dock obscured by hectic traffic, taxis in flight, drones that teether, children as they shriek, parents as they are charmed by their siblings,
pressurised tourist guides who still manage to exude poise.”
The lady sighed with resignation.
She wondered what it would be like to have bean sip man’s memory.
This woman though in a healthy relation had to make do with a power of recall which she struggled with periodically.
“Clumsy am I with gadget a mobile phone but bean sipper knows how much I care.
Oh the afternoons we spent together but we have opted for a long distant engagement after the close proximity type.”
She the mysterious lady mused so solemnly.
They both had tried telepathy however it transpired that his jewel margin vault and its memory content was firmly lodged within.
An impediment of course!
Try as the coffee person in vain did and they did endeavour they actually did but even at an immediate proximity they just couldn't transfer factual notions as medium.
But sporadically they sometimes could.
The woman of tea beverage conceded.
Stagnation, static, stupor, can betimes insinuate and worm its toxic element into impregnable devotion.
“Yes us love birds found each other on the basis of an ever expanding repertoire of common simplicities that evolved into depth but that now falters”
Remarks the tea lady.
“And what was that tumbling sound?
Oh just that darned cat.”
Her cat was making their presence felt.
And it was an item strangely herself and her partner had bought shortly after they first met.
It didn’t cost a lot but by the same token meant a lot all the same.
A simple pillow which the cat dragged and placed at the tea drinker’s feet.
Seemingly that training hasn't gone amiss as pets sense moods.
“My dog is pulling at my
MISS-SCELANEOUS ITEMS DRAWER.
For all my LONG FINGER STUFF.”
“WANDLIKE.”
Another key letter a prism shed on a continuum.
“Oh goodness the dog.
The dog has unearthed the coffee Jar I thrived on.”
Then a crack on the reversed side as if it was … out of date!
The dog went away crestfallen and bean man had his in hands in their head.
Scratching paws and dog smirk!
“The bag of coffee sachets the dog must have spotted me .. in the vault of my mind.”
I hid that or was it sequestered for me under one of those love cushions the Tea Lady and used to use playfully.
“Hymn …. my dog, Marver, said my name and is smirking!”
Then jumped onto Coffee Bean’s lap and pulled a scribbled love note.
In another parallel universe simultaneous Tea Lady rued her certain actions.
“Maybe it was a bit mischievous of me to hide that coffee on the love of my life the Bean Guzzler.”
Crestfallen
Of course despite the inanity of one of his neighbors who accused us both of having conversations and facial countenances like mirrors…. oh what?
Tea lady …. ny cat her name, is Twisty Cane, so lithe, has broken a mirror over a scented picture of my MIRROR HALF.
The time has come for us to do the one thing that could bridge that gap.
“A business idea for mirror image stained glass coffee cups … tea cups.
Pet design in glass and suggest a name a for both.
And a name for that company
“GLASS ACT AND CO.”
Would be a SMASHING IDEA!
Whilst at the opposite end of the mirror.
A short while afterwards a landline bell from a blower out of the amethyst sky blue.
Mischievous neighbour rang coffee bean?
I hear the local supermarket is going to open for a few hours.
Can I get you anything.
This time no pranks.”
By the way the neighbour continued.
“Ever think of yourself and your beau getting involved in the tea and coffee industry?
You’d be your own best supplier and would have more than ample reserve stock.”
Wouldn't have to fret over being a victim of some warped ruse would I?
The Coffee Kick man said wistfully to himself!
“Wonder what the love of my life’s reaction to my oafish neighbour’s suggestion might entail?”
Hmm …. Hymn … Her…b.
Do I SMELL a SHADOW PLAY OR A HALL OF MIRRORS IN THIS TALE?
Beyond a shadow of a doubt!
MIND YOU MIND THEM MIND US