Poetry

September 20, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Lisa Morris

 

 

A Table At Starbucks

 

 

I sit at a table

accidentally listening

to the faux deep

intellectual conversation

of a nearby crowd of twentysomethings.

 

They are intent on a minor debate,

and the female ringleader

talks them in weary circles

with a studied wise nod

and bitter sarcasm;

this latter passes for wit.

 

She takes herself very seriously.

 

For a moment

I wonder if she has a lover;

and if she talks about existentialism in bed.

 

When I stand to go,

they invite me to the table,

but I know my glasses aren’t hipster enough

and besides, I’ve already had the spanking

life gives to the emphatic sure.

 

They are so innocent, in a way,

and I buy them a round of coffee

to fortify them against coming experience

and all the answers they will unwillingly find

in the end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Words Too Bold To Say

 

 

He leaves me notes

in the coffee.

 

Today’s read:

“I love seeing your blooms

and blossoms.

I love you, Lisa.”

 

I blush.

 

I want to say,

“You are the sun;

you make me bloom-

I love your heat.”

 

Instead

I only smile,

and the words too bold to say

heat my unsung lines.

 

The poetry worlds in my head rejoice

and all the paper maidens

wake to letters from their lovers-

they dance with joy,

and whisper words

I never will.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lisa Morris

Lisa Morris is a freeverse and formalist poet, nature explorer, artist and traveler. Formerly an agent for authors, she is now author of two books, “Your Love is Inconvenient and Sublime” available on Kindle, and “The Sorcerer and Other Poems” available through Rainfall Books. Lisa is married to surrealist Cliff Snell III.

1 Comment

  1. P C K PREM September 20, at 06:21

    So fine at the experiential level. Enjoyable.

    Reply

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