Lost
I get lost
Somewhere between coffee and breakfast
I got lost
I tumbled through cream rendered clouds
into the black caffeinated depths of an all-night diner
And there I was ensnared by the couple making love with their eyes
over juice and toast
I get lost
Somewhere between ordering hash-browns and dousing them in ketchup
I got lost
Before the first forkful found my mouth
A woman extracted herself from a cup of coffee
with a notebook and pen
Inky blue lines curled up from coffee-stained pages to ensnare me
I get lost
Somewhere between the gleam in your eye and the promise in your smile
I got lost
I tumbled into possibilities
Where I might go
Who I might be
If I don’t let you take me home.
~Nara
I got lost too. Somewhere on the way to doing what I was supposed to do, my hand wandered to my pen, and the pen wandered to the page. I’m still trying to figure out what I’m trying to tell myself.
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17 Comments
Timoteo
The power of poetry…you literally made me get up and put some hash browns into the pan!
Laura Hegfield
I dare say a lovely place wander…you do not seem lost, but fully present to your creativity to me!
signed .............bkm
What is the address of this coffee shop….I am going to make it my morning coffee stop…forget Starbuck's….bkm
Tom Eliot
Very rythmic.
A dynamic unravelling.
Like a reaching hand trying to hold a stream of ungraspable solidity which liquifies and slips onward without you being able to grab onto before its just out of reach again.
I may be projecting here? ha ha
You have me thinking any way
Great write
Mark Kerstetter
This is me first thing in the morning; sometimes it takes me hours to wake up.
The end caught me by surprise – and reinforced your theme. The reader, by feeling momentarily disoriented, identifies with the narrator. (sounds like words find you whether you want them to or not…)
C Rose
I like the play with the refrain line in this piece and felt as I wandered with you. Lovely write ~ Rose
wolfsrosebud
Loved the use of the words, "I get lost". So many faces they can mean.
Joe Hesch
I loved this piece, Nara. You're observing your surroundings with a poet's eye and heart. The repeated phrases, the keen observations tinted with personal impressions, all tied up with flow and language. I've gotta get me to this cafe more often! Thanks.
Mama Zen
I love the progression!
hollyheir
Breakfast and poetry – I wanted to eat it up. Well done.
hollyheir
Breakfast and poetry – I wanted to eat it up. Well done.
Daydreamertoo
Oooo… naughty, naughty that's where you were getting lost inbetween the sheets of their eyes madam~! *winks…
Fabulous writing, I almost felt like going to a coffee shop and getting lost in someone's eyes….. LOL
brian miller
check please…time to go…smiles.
ah you build this well, the first stanza a bit detatched but grows personal as you progress well played…really enjoyed this…
poemblaze
I like this a lot and can relate to the part about feeling lost in the midst of all going on around you. Well written.
Anthony Desmond
ooh very romantic.. love the sensual imagery
Anna Montgomery
Inky blue lines curled up from coffee-stained pages to ensnare me
"I’m still trying to figure out what I’m trying to tell myself." A great delve into the writing process.
Aaron Smigielski
Excellent, I mean absolutely excellent! I read this and I believed I was in that diner, I was seeing all of it from the first person. I wanted him to take me home even. Absolutely excellent.