When I write poetry, I always try to create something beautiful or reveal a truth. It’s far too easy to find poetry proclaiming sorrows when the world already has plenty of sadness. While melancholy words have their time and place, I’d rather write something that speaks to the spirit within us all that craves beauty, rhythm, magic. Writing poems that speak to that spirit is my duty. The day will come that I need to write a sad poem, but for now I’m content writing about heart’s whispers and magic.
A Poet’s Duty:
I’ve never been the world’s most decisive person. I prefer to let my feelings develop, cultivate and flourish over time. Which is why I knew I wouldn’t be the type to fall in love. Instead, I preferred taking my time descending the spiral staircase while smelling the roses, thank you very much.
My relationship is a stark comparison to the impassioned, lustful, it-happened-so-fast “love” that I thought was real in high school. Thank Cupid I grew out of that phase! Now, after being in an incredible relationship for 4.5 years and counting, the trust and solid communication we’ve developed makes me feel genuinely valued and completely safe.
It’s a fast-paced world we live in. So many products market time-saving, fastest delivery, on and on. People use the phrase, “stop and smell the roses” but find it hard to actually live it. That phrase inspired this poem. I wanted to modernize the sentiment. Coffee seemed like a good place to start.
You either go to a cafe for an energy jolt or to sit down and take ten minutes enjoying the flavor, maybe even socialize off-screen. If life is like coffee, I want to slow the pace to truly enjoy every flavor I can. I want to decaffeinate enough to appreciate the aesthetics of the coffee shop I’m in and take a moment to inhale the scent of freshly ground beans while listening to the daily bustle swirling around me. That’s how I take my coffee.
How do you take yours?
When I started this poem, I simply wanted to write a love poem. I reflected on what stands out in my relationship and the first thing I thought was that my boyfriend always knows the perfect things to say when I’m hurting. I know, cliché . But, it’s sincerely true. So, I tried to find a more beautiful way to communicate that quality. I love the metaphor of a shattered mirror being filled in with perfect words until the mirror is whole again and reflecting properly.