I WISH I COULD NOMINATE POEMS DANG IT!

This is beautiful, MA! I love the part about not being able to eat in front of empty spaces.. and drooled over the part about it being intimate. I can never go to a place and eat alone. I hate eating alone ever, it feels like the natural part of your day is meant to be with someone who likes the same things you do, someone to share your life with.

BAH. I really love this poem. You have such a natural ability to story-tell in such an interesting way. This is so descriptive yet subtle and soft. I really, really love this piece.. and don't even get me started on the title, lol.

I just love the voice in your poems, it has soo much strength each & every time! In the conversations we have too, you are just so mature, I love it! It's funny how the smallest things can start a conversation. I too love company when I'm out somewhere, I hate going anywhere by myself! You need to let me know how Panera is, I'm seriously dying to try it. Can't believe I haven't been there already. Lovely poem, I just love how you write about these little parts of your day and such, so creative and sometimes quite the inspiration! Well done!

Oh man Maryanne..I do this too!!

I day dream, I plot this story of what I wish would happen in my head, but I don't really write about them the way you did here. You just wrote a story, yet in a poem format, and I LOVE THAT.

This made me smile, 1. Because I love Panera and I could picture exactly what was going on, and 2. because it really is so girly and I love girly poems..so cute that you're daydreaming and wish this conversation would spark between you two, over a simple cup of coffee....thats what us girls do...our imagination runs wild and you penned that very well!

Excellent.

I'll nominate it since Britt cant :)

MaryAnne, I keep reading this, but every time I did, I found something new I loved, and something else jumped out at me, and I just couldn't voice it, I couldn't explain what I liked about it so much, but I'm gonna try, and sorry if it becomes a bit long winded, a bit of a muddle, but this poem needs to be broken and evaluated and I need to tell you why I loved it.

Here, I am.
I sit wide-eyed and ready for the day
at a table that seats four.
I'm just one.

^^^ I do this, when I go for a coffee, I sit on a table by myself, and sometimes I think, maybe someone needs this table, but sometimes its the only one available and I was there first, LOL. I loved the opening, the setting of the scene, just you, at a rectangle table, with four chairs, you ponder over where to sit, and then finally chose the chair, where you can see everything.

You ask what I ordered?
Well, you see, sometimes I'm a bit shy
about eating with my hands in front of
all those open spaces because I feel that
moment of tasting is intimate - it should be shared.
From the first touch to the lips to the last
satisfied sigh of a mouth well worked to
bring that victorious meal....

^^The addition of another person, the way you gave them no introduction, leaves us with our own imagination to decide what they look like, we immediately think of a guy, with the use of intimate, but ponder that it could be anyone,

my mouth is only filled with a carmel latte.
And maybe, some piano notes here and there
from an enchanted soundtrack I'm not familiar
with from those dainty speakers.

^^I believe there is a typo here, should be Caramel? I then hear a tune playing, and sense that you're caught in the moment of yourself that you don't really hear it, the world is louder and bigger than the piano right now,

I imagine you approach from the sidelines,
not throwing yourself at me or strutting like
you've got too much confidence to humanly
talk about. You spot my mug.

^^The you threw me off guard, by stating you only imagined this person approaching, but I see you sitting there, imagining him, I've got used to it being a male, do you think of him like I imagined it, I wonder...dark hair, tall, toned, gentle smile on his thin lips...seductively leaning over but giving you space to breathe.

You're holding the same one,
a match.

^^Those paper cartons from Starbucks, or Costa

You ask me, "miss, did you order the carmel
latte too?" A bit of enthusiasm escapes in a
breath I think is only meant for us.

"Yes, I did."

And we begin to share our story...

^^I loved the ending, again, I think the typo with Caramel, again?

This is a touching piece, MaryAnne, it gave off images and thoughts and made me think, The mornings with coffee often give us time to ponder, to imagine, create, recreate you penned that very well...

Hope this wasn't to long winded and I think I said everything that I wanted to...if not trust me, I'll be back...I'm adding to my favourites and nominating!

LOVED IT :)

WOOT thanks Chels :D

Oh my goodness. I'm in awe at your mind!

How on earth do you manage to come up with such wonderfully unique poems?!

I adore the opening, most probably because I can relate so well at the moment as my dining table seats up to six but of course when Connor isn't here I sit there alone, and it made me think on how I can not wait until someone can sit with me again.

I found the next part to create somewhat of a paradox for me, because I've had issues with food for so long, so I prefer to eat alone and yet at the same time I believe it would be so nice to share these moments with someone, for it to be "intimate." And the use of intimate makes me picture two close friends or lovers sharing a special meal/drink together which creates such a soothing visual for me, even with my initial reaction of eating with someone. (I think that made sense haha!)

"Some piano notes"

^^ LOVE this! You know how much I love music, I really don't think I could cope without it and I always love when music is referenced in poetry, especially when it is referenced in a unique way, instead of just something along "music" alone.

Another favourite part of this is where you mention he/she isn't strutting, but simply coming towards you, peacefully? It makes me picture someone else who maybe a little shy too, but wants to strike up a conversation, and this makes me smile as it reminds me of a simple quote I read long ago "Strangers are friends waiting to happen." Because..of course that is true, and yet so few of us take the time to form new bonds and friendships, when we all should do so more...because, isn't it worth it in the long run?

LOVE the closing line, you leave it open to so many different interpretations and it really allows me as the reader to feel and imagine what is going to happen.

(Which I choose to believe they start talking and become good friends and live happily after ever of course. ;) )

As always, such beautiful work!

This is amazing, MaryAnne. I've been reading your poetry for some time now and I have to say that you have a distinct style in your writing. This is my first comment, so forgive me if I get anything wrong! :) I noticed you can very much write about anything beautifully in even the shortest amount of time. It is inspiring. I wonder, do you write in a notebook or a pad of paper? Because these days when I go out and suddenly think of something that I could turn into a poem - a word, sentence, maybe even a whole stanza - I save it in my phone. I'm quite shy writing in a notebook and some people would ask me what I am writing :) Anyway, I see this as one of those poems that can be recited and it would be even more magical. The imagery you created is just so vibrant and real, I can imagine it so vividly in my mind. I also find this relatable. It is quite irritating, those four-seated tables. When you're just by yourself it makes you feel so much more alone. Why can't they just set up one for us alone going on errands? Haha. Then there always has to be this stranger who catches our eyes. And I have to admit, sometimes when I am by myself, I do this too! I definitely enjoyed how smooth this flowed from one scene to the next. It felt like a play but you also let us readers in on the narrator's point of view. And the ending, well, you gave us readers something to daydream about! I found this very enjoyable to read as it is easy to connect with it.