July 15, 2008

  • Poem

    The Barista (1st draft)

    Lithe she cleans with cloth in hand.
    Punctilious with
    Each cup, each bag, each display.
    Then customer at hand, she stops
    And glides--ponytail bobbing--
    To attend.  Fluttering, elf-like,
    She shifts away dexterously
    Completing the order.

    In that moment the sun hit her so
    That through my yet uncaffenated eyes
    She glowed:  Arwen at work.
    And I, a forlorn ranger,
    Scruffy and half conscious
    Looked sadly into her brown eyes.
    Then, as if to transfer her light,
    She beamed her smile into my soul.

    --In a blink it was gone:
    Of course her boss was right there
    Orienting the new hires on
    Which bean and machine,
    Holding filters to show.
    It was her best and, for a beat,
    I wished the magic lingered:
    But the day wore on.


    Well finally some time to write for myself and not for some blasted paper.  It took some time to flog my brain back into some form of creativity.  Dry analysis can be so--dry.  Anyway the day does wear on and I've got to meet with my thesis director--I fear that there's going to be another draft.  *sigh*

Comments (5)

  • Ooh who is this beautiful elf Arwen who has captured the heart of King Aragorn?  Which starbucks? =)

  • i miss hearing you read your poems.
    i could almost hear you in my head, in the 2nd stanza. er... is that called a stanza. i don't know my poem terms.

  • @juiru - You enough fine.

  • It was good to hang out last night.  Hope you hear good news for your dreaded paper, then you can do more creative writing!

  • Congrats on getting something done on the thesis, and on posting a poem -- more than I've done in many a fortnight, so to speak.

    Very evocative poem, BTW.  Myself being a frequent denizen of the world's coffee shops, it may be especially easy for me to relate.  Cute baristas make the coffee & meditation routine just that much more pleasant.  Sometimes the barista is the only pleasant part at all.  Kudos to you for memorializing it.

    I'd offer more substantive commentary, except I doubt I'm at a sufficient level of consciousness to make the attempt.  Buona sera (at least for those of us in the Eastern Time Zone)!

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