I went for a coffee run, with thoughts of you going
a hundred miles, per second, through my mind;
like the slightest touch of wind that makes leaves tremble.
Bitterness never dominates the cup,
it’s complimented by natural sweetness (of opinion)
ranging from floral, to nutty,
to chocolate, to fruity—it’s unreal, the way you continue
to make me feel, anyone willing to listen to fragments of my life
would agree.
I went for a coffee run; dusk drawing a portrait
of incessant thumping and throbbing on the sky,
urging me wonder why everything good feels wrong at first?
Perhaps, if we sipped life in molecular fractions;
would be able to savor the flavor easing in,
I am unpopular cherry tossed into roasting, lending
wholeness into darker grounds—I have left my signature
on rockier shores; marked with hues,
with shadings of fuchsia sin— each one, a reminder
of the kind of person I have been.
Mugs are simpler, yet a cup with a saucer feels complete;
I wonder if the words that come out of my mouth pique curiosity,
stone cold in their brutality, in their search
for truth with a touch of cream, as the clouds above rumble,
a soft slide into the philosophical, streaks of orange,
violet and spruce making up for the lack of peace; somehow
I find them to be my salvation.
The memory of touch, the memory of taste lasts a lifetime,
teasing us in hours of solitude, speak to me;
in the language of possibilities, in the language of autumn,
breathe in, even though
you find yourself thinking of spring—
serenity of browns dipped into melancholy of golds, I cannot help
but want you in ways
you would blush at; lifetimes exclaiming quietly, in midst
of running through streets of cobblestone,
submitting to the storm inside of me, I would stop the world
just to spend a moment with you, with you,
with you, know that heart’s forever hiding in plain sight,
waiting, just waiting for the other to open.
I went for a coffee run.
Photo credits: White ceramic mug with coffee by Alexandra Titova, Pexels.
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The coffee-swirling imagery which runs through this poem is so enchanting! It gave me some cravings, as I have recently had to quit coffee for heath reasons 😅.
‘I would stop the world
just to spend a moment with you’
– That’s just perfect. That’s true love! ❤️
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Love what you did here… the sentence blended in so well (and of course it did, it’s your poetry) still the imagery of the coffee suited to the musing on memories well.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Well I see more hues, shades & details in this poem, and the slight change with the musings of the coffee run. This is my favorite part:
The memory of touch, the memory of taste lasts a lifetime,
teasing us in hours of solitude, speak to me;
in the language of possibilities, in the language of autumn,
breathe in, even though
you find yourself thinking of spring—
Thanks for hosting this prompt.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(Thank you for joining in 🙂 )
This jumps out at me as a pivotal thought:
“speak to me;
in the language of possibilities,”
I believe eyes/ears are hovering to pick up such things.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
serenity of browns dipped into melancholy golds .realy jumped of the page at me.this will be in my thoughts as i watch the golden sunlight rise as i sip my first coffe of tomorrow mornung.
Thank you so much, Rog 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I agree with Ingrid — this is enchanting and lovely.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
“Perhaps, if we sipped life in molecular fractions;
would be able to savor the flavor easing in,”
Nice!!!
Much💖love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Much love back …
Mugs are simpler, yet a cup with a saucer feels complete;
wow – I just loved the simplicity yet quiet force of this line, placed as it is, it grounds (no coffee pun intended) what comes before and following, and sits with me …. and there are some truly wonderful lines in this poem, as others have noted, that add such interest, that hold the story, revealing what is obvious by words, yet implied by the unspoken …. very interesting Sanaa 🙂
Thank you so much, Wildchild 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The coffee high is palpable in this one! 😆 This is quite the question: “I went for a coffee run; dusk drawing a portrait of incessant thumping and throbbing on the sky, urging me wonder why everything good feels wrong at first?” Gorgeous work here!
Thank you so much, my dearest Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I’m a sucker for coffee poems, and this one is par excellence. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you so much, T.S 😀 I loved writing this poem. 💄❤️
love the imagery and analogies running through this giving it the rush of a ‘coffee run’! Well done
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
All of that from a coffee run. Exceptionally lovely. And the speed: a hundred miles per second, yup, I get it. And the clouds that rumble being your salvation– yup, get that too. All around lovely. Those coffee runs are not to be thought of lightly. There’s a lot more than meets the eye. And your prowess with words is a joy to read. Thanks.
Thank you so much, Selma 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Amazing, just amazing Sanaa! The high octane caffeine hit of your coffee run was just what I needed this morning. Love it. ❤️❤️
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
The memory of touch,
the memory of taste lasts a lifetime,
teasing us in hours of solitude,
Love the above lines. How very true, Sanaa! Yes, memories come by in our moments of solitude!
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is so beautiful and romantic, Sanaa…I think you would easily succeed in wooing whoever this is meant for! I love the whole thing but this section especially resonated with me:
“I am unpopular cherry tossed into roasting, lending
wholeness into darker grounds—I have left my signature
on rockier shores; marked with hues,
with shadings of fuchsia sin— each one, a reminder
of the kind of person I have been.”
<3
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, my dearest Sunra 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
You took ‘my favorite line’ … turned it into an epic poem of love. It is complex / uncomplicated / solid / liquid / personal / universal. Sigh, sigh. Thank you for a challenging challenge.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
(and thank you so much for taking part in the challenge)
You could almost turn this into a short film. Maybe animated. If I squint my eyes I can see it.
Thank you so much, Alexandra 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“Perhaps, if we sipped life in molecular fractions;
would be able to savor the flavor easing in,”
Such a powerful mature recognition that life should be savored, not gorged. Life is experienced in moments, which pass so quickly — savoring allows those moments to linger longer, and be lived more fully. This is a secret revealed slowly with age, and more easily understood and accomplished as the years relax our pace. Life may be for the young, but fully experiencing life comes with age.
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“Mugs are simpler, yet a cup with a saucer feels complete.” Just as you found the right poem for the occasion.
Thank you so much, Sean 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Sanaa, so much to say about this poem, but I’ll try to keep it to a couple of things – I love how you tie images together – “run” and “miles”, for example…
also…
I wonder… do I agree with this? I’d never really thought about it before, and I’m still not sure…
<3
David
P.S. Thanks for a fantastic prompt.
Thank you so much, David 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Oh, this is just so lovely! <3
❤️❤️❤️
I love these lines, Sanaa :-
“Mugs are simpler, yet a cup with a saucer feels complete;
I wonder if the words that come out of my mouth pique curiosity,”
They hold a lot of depth. Thanks for hosting a wonderful challenge. 🙂
Thank you so much, Kitty 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
So much in your words. I love the last lines, especially “know that heart’s forever hiding in plain sight,
waiting, just waiting for the other to open.”
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Sanaa,
As always you sweep me away on a tide of sensations and thoughts, philosophies and resolutions, all wrapped in the bittersweet enchantment of unrequited love. So well done, my friend. These words really spoke to me: “Perhaps, if we sipped life in molecular fractions;/would be able to savor the flavor easing in” Just wonderful.
pax,
dora
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Beautiful moments marked by coffee. I love this, Sana!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love this! So many amazing lines here.
Thank you so much, Jewish Young 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️