Friday, October 23, 2009

My Cafe



I have opened a cafe on the pack ice,

And though patrons are few,

It seems well-suited to me

Because everything I touch begins to steam.


I have observed the polar bears--

They fear nothing

And eat anything.

Besides that, they are as white as brides,

Though when there is blood,

It is never their own.


I want to kiss their claws.

I think, if I could do that,

I would soon write something meaningful.


I have started a cafe on the pack ice,

But immediately after opening,

I slept for seven days--

One for every letter of your name.


I think,

If only some woman would come way the hell up here,

And having come,

If only she would

Act

Speak

Think

And

Be

Exactly like you,

Then I might be able to get something to burn;

I might be able to get her to stay,

Calling her always by the wrong name,

And treasuring her

Like daylight.


I have opened a cafe on the pack ice,

And am having trouble staying awake.

Oh, how I want to dream

Of anything besides polar bears.

They read my journal,

And laughed so much, they soon fell over on their sides,

Great paws waving helplessly in the air.


I went to them,

On that one occasion only.

They were like big deadly pillows,

And so I lay my head on one of them, never expecting to really get away with it--

I kissed its claws,

And called it by your name.


I had never felt so alone,

But just as it's been with every hopeful love-seeking nut job who ever set out from home,

I knew it was back where I started from,

And that I was already bones.

________
photo: Evelyn Nesbit

16 comments:

RachelW said...

I love this. There's something very special in the rhythm of it, like lovemaking slow, or a boat rocking.

Cloudia said...

Love your poetic soul!


Aloha, Friend!


Comfort Spiral

Pouty Lips said...

Beatrice has eight letters, but I'm only a tax collector so what do I know about numbers? I had to stop and re-read the part about the polar bears laughing flailing heir paws around. Bravo!

Gabriella Moonlight said...

Wow Fireblossom...if ever there was a name so suiting for a lovely who writes such words as these.

I cannot somehow get enough of your words and the manner in which you write them, they burn into my soul and I find myself thinking of them for days...sometimes I wish that there was someone who would write such eloquence for me...who ever your muse is...they are amazing...and you my friend are even more so amazing!
<3 Gabi

Kay said...

ppprrrrrrr...the polar bear replies

Dulce said...

These similes of yours drive me mad. I get so amazed by the way you put things on'paper'. Dear Shay, you are a polar bear yourself.
I'd love to go to that coffee shop of yours. Open only once for you and me!
Great poem with claw kisses
***
xoxoxox

Scarlet said...

If she could only "act, speak and think" like her...that's not too much to ask now, is it? :)

Lovely, Shay...simply lovely!

ellen abbott said...

Amazing as usual.

Daryl said...

You always find the perfect pitch

Mama Zen said...

"Then I might be able to get something to burn;"

Perfectly written.

Riot Kitty said...

I want to go to your cafe!

T said...

Scarlet said...
"If she could only "act, speak and think" like her...that's not too much to ask now, is it? :)

Lovely, Shay...simply lovely!""

That deserves repeating!!

Love and hugs!!

Vesper said...

I love this poem!

I want to kiss their claws.
I think, if I could do that,
I would soon write something meaningful.


Excellent...

Old Ollie said...

Original - you're good FB.

signed...bkm said...

So glad you posted it...I had not seen it before...love the symbolism of kissing the crawls ...seeking the meaningful...as you can tell I am a nut job for symbolism....
I hate the cold or I would stop into the Ice Pack for a coffee...bkm

The Friday Forgotten said...

Thank you for visiting The Friday Forgotten and linking your post. Your imagination and creativity should never lie dusty in a dark corner of your blog. We are happy to help clear away the cobwebs.

I found this poem to be sad and lost. The lady although missing love seems to be running away from something. I enjoyed the read and how it captures a hard emotion to explain. What the desperation of love will make you do. At least thats what I took away from it.