Friday, August 17, 2007

Poetry Thursday

IN THE BACKGROUND

Whistling patron
Shop-talking cops
Indistinct voices float from TODAY

Cold case generator purrs
Metal scoop grinds against ice

Blender commotion
Hiss of steam
Ceramic warmth on my fingertips
I sigh

Cash drawer slams
Tip jar jingles
Grocery carts rattle beyond the door

All join the silent passage of my pen on paper.

8 comments:

trailbee said...

Time to soar, Anne!

Star said...

You're on the poetry road! Yay for you!

Inspired Tokens said...

I feel as if I'm having coffee in a quaint coffee shop in a small town. Your writing is beautiful.

Tammy said...

I'm thrilled to see your poetry!!! I don't know how you can think with all the distractions. ;) HUGS

Mary Timme said...

I like it very much, boa sister! I'm looking into the only poetry class offered and then I think I'll delve into more design. I could use some more knowledge in that area! Neat poem.

Kara said...

Yeah for Annie - it took a moment to realize - ah I am in a coffee shop. Since I used to work in one this poem was particularly fun to read. I'm glad your taking this class and opening your poetic wings!

lila said...

Yes, I thought of a coffee shop too! (Maybe I have a one track mind!) Keep writing!

Naturegirl said...

You are a poet for sure!What a wonderful gift!hugs NG