Wednesday, January 12, 2011

early morning percolating

i love the taste of
cinnamon dolce latte
on your lips

&

when they ask,
whipped cream?

i say,
yes, please.

&

when you ask,
when?

i respond,
anytime.

because coffee is not
what keeps me
up @ night.

i wake before everyone else & sit in the blue black before dawn. the only things that spill out of these cracked hands are love poems. sometimes i feel that is all i have left, pick pocketed of the rest, but poor has nothing to do with a bank balance.

it is silent enough to hear the house stretch when the first rays of sun strike it in the face & i take another sip across the chipped lip of my mug, pretending it is Starbucks, as i wait for you.

Imperfect Prose

112 comments:

Mari said...

I feel like an intruder. Like I've invaded your early morning hours and am sitting just out of sight, watching you write, drink your coffee, and wait.

Beautiful. Thanks for posting it!

sheila said...

Oh that's very sweet! I too, wake super early to hear the house settle in with the sunrise. It's a marvelous feeling isn't it? I too write early in the morning when it's "oh-so" nice and quiet! In fact, book #2 is in the works, and only possible via early rising. :o)

rosaria said...

"...on your lips..."
You romantic you, percolating in the early morning...
I do understand feeling "pick-pocketed of the rest", in the work that you do, work that takes all you have, plus your nights.

I know.

Lisa notes... said...

I look forward every week to what you will share. I love your writings. You almost make me want to drink coffee. But not just yet. ;-)

Pat said...

You are an artist with your words, the computer monitor your canvas, the keys your brush. I love the house stretching in the early morning rays!

Grand Pooba said...

Non fat peppermint mocha no whip please!

Tara Miller said...

In all of the almost 18 years we've been together you always have been and still are a true romantic. I certainly enjoy reading and re-reading my collection of love poems and letters you have written....write on!

deb said...

okay,
it feels particularly special to comment after your wife.
sacred,


wonderful imagery , Brian.

Sue said...

I think I should have married a poet...

;)

(though I sorta like taking up that space myself)

SandyCarlson said...

Beautifully written. I love good, honest, real love poetry. This is a delight. So is your prose. The blue black of the a.m. is the best part o the day.

Monkey Man said...

The quiet inspiration of early morning silence.

Eva Gallant said...

You are such a romantic! It's sweet!

Mighty M said...

This was lovely!!

Lisa said...

Thankfully I'm a voyeur, so this really works for me :) Such intimacy weeps through your writing, an intimacy I am sure alot of us can only hope for.

blueviolet said...

The quiet of the morning is a very special time of day.

Nancy said...

Coffee and holy love and early morning quiet. Yes, these are beautiful things. As are your words.

ELK said...

it really is a very special time of day isn't it?! your words of house stretching and blue black pre dawn describe it so simply

Vodka Logic said...

Aww can I be your wife?

Teri said...

Oh, you have me missing my Starbuck's right now! I am on a special no-sodium diet for 3 weeks before my thyroid scan and I MISS MY MOCHA!!

5thsister said...

Early morning, before the rays of dawn's light break the horizon, is my absolute favorite solitary time of the day. I get the most done at that time, whether it's blogging, writing, praying, meditating, working on art, etc... It is my personal creativity time.

Lovely sentiments expressed here Brian.

Heather said...

mmmm, beautiful words...of love and coffee...yes, it's my favorite time of day, as well. think this is one of my new faves of yours - this and the one from sunday sketches this week! xxoo

kaleidoscope said...

morning coffe...um, yeah coffee is the best :)

Ramblings by Carol Nuckols said...

This is sweet and romantic --- beautifully said.

nance marie said...

nice

suzannah {so much shouting, so much laughter} said...

i love this. love!

Mama Abby said...

this is sweet and lovely and makes me smile to see the love that never stops blooming...thanks for sharing a beauty exquisite--your heart.

Lori said...

Even though I am not a morning person, I love this time of the day...the quiet...the peace..with my hot black coffee before the beautiful noise and chaos begins...your wife is blessed to have you write her these words of love...I am pretty darn sure she appreciates them. It makes me happy that you have such a love in your life to write about.

Me said...

Love poems are something I've never been able to write. There are worse things to be left with.
-C

kathew said...

Brian this is so lovely.

Tammy said...

Brilliant as usual! Love it.

Mama Zen said...

I adore this one, Brian!

-t- said...

:)

PattiKen said...

Yum. This is delicious.

Cheryl said...

These love poems always leaving me feeling like a voyeur into your world.

Beautiful write.

Pastor Sharon said...

Shhweet!

This is so intimate of your heart that we get a glimpse into. That love of your life, she has you by the heart! And that my friend, is what life and love is all about. . . sharing your love with that special someone!

Betsy said...

Lovely, Brian! :)

Daniel said...

Sweet with a touch of bitterness, not unlike your latte. Blessings.

Misty said...

i'm a sucker for romance. and poetry, and especially love poems. this is such a sweet glimpse into your heart.
and randomly, i hate the taste of beer, except when i get to kiss it off hubby's lips. then, it's intoxicating (pun actually not intended!!!)

Marcus Goodyear said...

My kind of poetry. I especially like stanzas 3 and 4.

Something about the use of the symbols makes the poem feel even more playful. Good stuff.

kkrige said...

Oh,
I want to sob for the things unsaid. You are brilliant at evoking emotions my friend.

Sophia said...

Whoah! I think I have completely got what you are saying and it is captivating...

Linda said...

I think they are the very best of poems, and this one in particular is just so sweet.

She Writes said...

I have waited that wait. I have tasted coffee on my lips and looked at my hands, my emptied hands.

TALON said...

And we're very fortunate that you share your love poetry with us...

Hope said...

nicely done! left me with a smile on my face :)

Shewriting said...

sigh...you had me at "i"...smiles...beauty of a love poem here!

Heidi said...

So lovely.
I'm not a morning person and instead enjoy my quiet time in the night, listening sometimes for the snoring and talking in their sleep of my family.

Joanna Jenkins said...

Did you get a brother yet to marry my sister-- A sweet, loving and romantic brother just like you :-)

This is beautiful. jj

Hilary said...

You are the perfect romantic.

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Brian...
I like every word Of this poem...I'am quite sure that your encounter with a cup Of coffee, as you contemplate your words of poetry...occurred on a "cold" wintry morning.
The best kind...at least I think so... "cold" wintry morning(s).
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

KB said...

Here's me trying to cut back on the caffeine and what do I find here? Love it!

Scott said...

You know what? You do write a lot of love pieces. But that's good (and the writing is way good too). This is going to sound cheesy but I think that movie had it right: "the greatest lesson you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." Now I'm going to pretend like I didn't have that quote memorized.

jen revved said...

These are tender and lovely, clean and simple-- a reaching for the right words, so very important. Great job! j

Zuzana said...

Wow... this brought tears to my eyes...literally...
Beautiful words describing the stillness of the predawn that belongs to you and that delicate wait and longing. I get and understand all the sentiments perfectly.
There is simply nothing imperfect about this prose...
xoxo

Baino said...

Hmmm . . cinnamon? Starbucks? Love poems at dawn? And don't drink out of a chipped cup, there's germs in dem chips.

Shadow said...

i love those moments before dawn. so very much. the silence so soothing, the peace quite tangible. no wonder your mind turns to love...

ladyfi said...

Beautiful and sensual!

Valerie said...

Superb poetry. You speak such a romantic language.

Just Be Real said...

Love poems through cracked hands. Blessings.

Selina Kingston said...

Gorgeous - just gorgeous....

tony said...

The Early Hours Are The Most Vivid.

formerlyonlyamovie said...

Evidence that waking up early is worth the sleep deprivation. :-)

Friko said...

poetry, plain and simple. Perfect.

Alan Burnett said...

Brian (and this is a serious observation rather than a comment platitude) : you get better by the day.

the walking man said...

You sit there, not alone.

Kath said...

evocative and beautiful. thanks.

adeeyoyo said...

Lovely descriptions, Brian, especially:

hear the house stretch when the first rays of sun strike it in the face

TechnoBabe said...

I read this aloud to hubby and he walked over slowly to my computer as I was reading it and his first response was WOW. This is awesome. Not only is a sensual message to a lover, it speaks to everyone struggling financially, to find joy in what you can and where you can. Beautifully written, Brian.

Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said...

Beautiful, Brian. May your soulful dawns never be caffeine-free.

Goofball said...

so are those quiet moments in solitary wake comforting & peacefull moments? or moments that too many thoughts start whirling?



being awake before everybody else is pretty relative of course ;).

budh.aaah said...

Oh Brian I love this one. And may loads of love poems keep pouring out of your cracked hands -as you say

Birdie said...

as long as one has a rich heart he/she is richer than anyone with empty heart and tons of money ... but you know that ... happy day Brian! I love this one :-)

Nessa said...

Your poetry is better than a morning cup of coffee.

Steve E said...

...to hear the house stretch, when the sun dries the wood and it cracks,...whence comes descriptives like these?

From Brian, of course, there is positively no one else so....

Anonymous said...

just adored this one brian. it must be a very soothing feeling. i am the eternal late riser (barring few miserable years).

trisha
mydomainpvt.wordpress.com

Jill said...

I really LOVE this one!

Kulio said...

ahh, blue black of morning,
feeling the house stretch,
I know that place.

Magpie said...

Brian, are you ever exhausted by the depth of your feelings? Beautiful.

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

"hearing the house strech" makes me sigh with contentment

David N. said...

Your love poems are real. Love is rarely lofty. Love that lasts is rooted in everyday pleasures and pains. You capture this well. Thanks for writing.

Lorraine said...

you are the perfect evocative Author, I say author, because hundredsof people read you...

Candie Bracci said...

Love it Brian it's really beautiful :)

Courtney Walsh said...

Brian this is wonderful. I just love it.

Sex, Drugs and Bacon Sandwiches said...

Brian, it's been over a year since a was a regular visitor to your blog... I know I look different but couldn't stop the blogging urge anymore! I'm happy to see that nothing has changed, your writing is still fabulous :)

Dianne said...

purrfect!
(watch out for the coffee breath though, HA!)
happy morn
Di

Six Feet Under Blog said...

Oh that makes me want some yummy hot coffee right now!

LauraX said...

beautiful Brian, just beautiful!

Calli said...

Oh that place we find that you so wonderfully captured here, is sacred. I love to sit in that silence.

And you are a romantic and I loved seeing your wife's comment. How sweet!

Jodi said...

Poetic husband, happy wife :)
Well done!

Myrna R. said...

So sweet, your love words. I like to be up before everyone else too. But I don't write love poems.

Suz said...

A poet chooses every word carefully
and I did not miss the cracked hands mention
adding so much more to this poem than a simply wonderful love poem
therein lies the talent

slommler said...

I too sit at pre-dawn and sip my French Roast from my new Keurig and wait for the first rays of the sun. And wait for the alarm to go off and listen to his early morning yawns. Soon I will receive a sweet kiss and hug and the morning will fall into place again.
Hugs
SueAnn

Claudia said...

"poor has nothing to do with a bank balance" so true - and you're not only rich on words..cinnamon..hmmm

The Exception said...

Rich is the man who has the mindfulness to recognize and appreciate the moment in time, the beauty of nature, and the love he feels… and then to express each with so few words and such clear thought… Rich beyond belief.

Bev said...

you rock

J said...

You are wise to understand that happiness has nothing to do with financial wealth. I try to remind my kids of that all the time. We are rich because we have each other, because we have God. Beautifully put...enjoyed the whimsical yet thoughtful notes.

Pauline said...

you romantic, you...

Rebecca S. said...

A very delicious poem, Brian. I get up early to grind and brew by coffee, and then sit and watch the light rise...and I do like cinnamon lattes and Starbucks cinnamon Via.

Wandering On Purpose said...

love the love in this. And then your sentence about poor not being a bank balance..so true.

Vicki Lane said...

Oh, wow! All that and coffee too!

Kim A. said...

Oh my...::swoon::. You are indeed a Renaissance Man. How lucky she is.

♥namaste♥

gayle said...

Beautiful! Your wife is one lucky lady!

happygirl said...

whipped cream...yes please.

Thanks for the poem.

Kay said...

such a romantic (swoon) ;)

Susan at Stony River said...

I like to think that coffee *is* what keeps me up at night, but I know better.

Brian, it's gorgeous.

Stacy Uncorked said...

Your wife is a very lucky woman! And you are a very lucky man... :)

Cris Ferreira said...

I am reading a few of your posts for the first time, and it's awesome how you can express yourself so well in a few words. I am subscribing now...

Selma said...

This is beautiful. The blue black before dawn is like the universe's first coffee. Your words wrap that coffee in velvet. So good.

emily wierenga said...

such a tender post, brian. absolutely beautiful.

Menina said...

so completely intimate and wonderful. Thanks for your inspiring words, Brian. :)

Sumit Sarkar said...

very sweet...
haha..vodka logic asked you a lovely question... :D

azfree said...

You had me at Starbucks. ;)