(My inspiration is number 3, the Snowman winter scene.)
I love snow falling, watching it blow and swirl in drifts,
like a dance- snowflakes prance and twirl all night;
I walk, a nighthawk as the flakes unfurl their fragile gifts.
And at dawn, I yawn and crawl to my bed for some sleep,
I dream ... of white agleam in my head under a light;
of a man, a snowman and a red bird- with a song to peep.
The morn brings beauty to adorn each tree and house with trills,
a painting, sustaining from a corner coffeehouse scented right;
slush, in the morning rush, a reality douse of slippery hills.
Categories:
coffeehouse, nostalgia, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Sitting all alone,
sipping tea, munching a scone;
elderly woman
in a quiet coffeehouse
looking for conversation.
"That was delicious",
she says to the young server
seemingly busy.
She tries to make eye contact;
the young one averts her gaze.
It's like that most days...
staring at windows and walls.
Human connection:
a rarer commodity
for those who so need it most.
Categories:
coffeehouse, loneliness,
Form: Tanka
The Only Star For Me
It’s my corner coffee shop, Starbucks
The cheer starts here with hot coffee
I’ll get yours, it’s nothing, awe shucks
A home away from home, my family
A blended Frappuccino, at lunch to boast
Make it a Sumatra Arabica venti
Fresh whole coffee beans dark roast
Patrons on Laptops, their cup’s never empty
Macha Latte hot tea, sweet and uplifting
Named after Starbuck, the first mate in Moby Dick
Originally intended on naming the coffeehouse Pequod
after Ahab’s whaleship, the name would not stick
At the brand’s core is the Starbucks siren, odd
The bare-breasted, two-tailed mermaid but
was intended to be as seductive as their coffees
Based on an old sixteenth-century Norse woodcut
The Seattle’s Pike Place logo evolved in the seventies
They unveiled a cleaner image of the mermaid
She was updated, cropped, and repositioned,
so that only above the navel is displayed
Categories:
coffeehouse, addiction, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Can we go on a coffee date?
In the nearest coffeehouse so we won't be late.
Can we simply talk and put down each other's phones?
And pretend it's Nineteen Ninety-Four.
Categories:
coffeehouse, october, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
Amusant
Reading a novel
In a coffeehouse,
on soft, red-cushioned, fireplace chairs:
(Janie Crawford’s dream…).
Unfinished pine stools, near orange,
greenish-yellow, latex painted walls.
I chance to look up.
(a moments breather from a novel speaking my soul).
Above me, a corner door:
pad-locked; high windows on its right side:
and- I wonder:
“Why the closure, separation? (no steps to or from the vestibule-)
What lies hidden above? Who reaches there?
Guess some doors are better left-
LOCKED…
Categories:
coffeehouse, feelings, imagery, introspection, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
mellow just chilling
sitting back
listening to
coffeehouse tunes
sipping a tall americano
at a table for one
set by the window
in the far corner
winding down
doodling pen in hand
jotting rough lines
of a poem on a napkin
pulling it together
precious me time
hiding out where
i can lose myself
and not be found
Published in my photo/poetry book ~TABLE FOR ONE~ 2019
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on September 18, 2019
Categories:
coffeehouse, introspection, music, peace, solitude,
Form: Free verse
That noise
The overwhelming noise
Mechanical impersonal
Drowning out
My inner voice
In a much soothing manner
I may be deaf when
I leave this roastery coffeehouse
But till then
I am thoroughly enjoying
The mental massage
By this robotic drone
Being in no rush to leave
Sipping my americano
Submitted on March 11, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE D sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Originally posted on December 13, 2018
Categories:
coffeehouse, longing, peace, perspective, surreal,
Form: Free verse
coffeehouse soundtrack
americano in hand
muse with pen all set
Categories:
coffeehouse, appreciation, drink, music, peace,
Form: Senryu
I've got this awesome idea
To write the greatest of poems
It'll start out nice and easy
Then with a BANG make some noise
It will be widely read
In every coffeehouse in town
Soon to catch on like a wildfire
Then #1 with a bullet nation bound
Writing so amazing
It'll astound everyone
Why it might even get hired killers
To turn in their guns
It'll make the strong want to weep
And the weak to stand strong
There will be waves of applause
This poem will have it all going on
They'll beg me to let them use it
In a Presidential speech
Afterwards they'll fly it straight to the conflict
Where it'll bring peace to the Middle East
Finally coming to rest at the Smithsonian
Taking up it's rightful place
They may have to move that old Shuttle
To give my poem plenty of space
But before any of this can happen
Before it rings true, buckaroo
I suppose I should think up something special
And jot down a line, maybe two...
Categories:
coffeehouse, funny, humor,
Form: Free verse
I wasn't the friend to you that you were to me all along.
I must have been lacking
I must have been wrong
I figured you were done and slowing packing.
Times got rough
We created a wall
You seemed tough
But sometimes I wish you would just call.
Just like glass, my heart was broken
Just like a star you lit up my world.
There are still words left unspoken.
Inside of me, my stomach has swirled.
I can't concentrate on anything I do
At the moment, I am feeling confused.
The sky is turning grey from being sunny and blue.
My heart has been bruised.
In the end all I have to say is : I love you, Do you love me?
Our friendship is like a sheltering tree.
Categories:
coffeehouse, feelings, friendship, writing,
Form: ABC
Time for another rant I think...Into the words my mind will soon sink...Another cup of java and I'm starting to shake...Someone stop me for goodness sake...Dig another hole and climb in...Face the demon within...Look in the mirror and embrace the beast...Watch as on your soul he makes his feast...Did that even make sense...I see you growing tense...Did I hit a nerve...Make a platter and I will serve...These words as my own...Mine and mine alone...No credit given to you...No credit are you due...Not your words, remember that...Eat them and you'll surely grow fat...You are the cause but not the effect...I am born from your neglect...Here for me, you make me laugh...Even I can do the math
Categories:
coffeehouse, angst, words, me,
Form: Rhyme
Coffeehouse aromas
suffuse senses, dissolving
any semblance
of time.
Unsolved problems
melt away in a
conscious uncaring,
and the day slips, unnoticed.
Deep in a forest
serene daydreams pour
gently over a secret waterfall
into a moss-fringed pool,
a peaceful place.
My calm immersed,
I hear only the
soft, slow whisper
and smooth syllables of
a single word.
Quiescent
Categories:
coffeehouse, peace,
Form: Free verse