Once Upon A Break for Latte

it's for the tovli's ten contest.

The café is packed,

And so is her weekend.

There is just one table left inside

And two seats, yes, just two.

She hastens;

Her schedule is full…

But she needs her latte.

The boss calls,

Ring, ring, ring…

Every buzz insists her to speed up.

The boss wants her to hurry.

He always had,

She always had.

Her life oscillates around a few points alone;

The money,

The world,

The boss.

But she doesn’t notice this,

Because her schedule is packed.

Ring, ring...

She looks around,

Waiting for her latte,

Ignoring the boss,

Acting blasé.

Floating above the rest,

But flailing in the raging waters of her dreams,

Of the boss’s dreams…

Like she always had.

A man approaches,

His bowtie reminding her of a few memories.

Memories with her father that could have been,

That would have been,

That still could be,

If only he is not boss.

Ring...

The man asks to sit with her,

Because the café is packed,

And fate had brought the spare chair beside hers.

He smiles…

Then the world seems to change before her eyes

A hymn erupts from within her

Sweet,

Innocent,

Unknown…

Yet unexpectedly familiar.

Butterflies flutter,

Cheeks blush,

Knees weaken,

Like all stolen could-have-been’s return.

The man offers his hand,

And there’s no band of gold in any of his fingers.

He’s unwed,

Unshackled,

And free…

Just as she soon will be.

The calls no longer heard,

The curse breaks bit by bit.

She takes his hand in wonder,

And delves into his eyes’ mysteries--

Mysteries that will soon be unraveled

As this poem ends,

And their story begins.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

this was created for the tovli's ten contest. the highlighted words were to be used. im having a writer's block attack this week and the stumbled upon contest's required words were just so random and strange that it amused me to try and string them. im not really much of a poet (more of a storyteller, though not that good either), so i understand if you have some suggestions to make. i really do hope you like it. (:

Reviews

[Tovli]

tells a packed little story, nice flow; great metaphor. enjoyed!

[denisepauline]

cool! :) it's like the ancient story of falling in love with the ancient title of once upon but in the modern background. well, love pops up in unexpected ordinary places. love this:
A hymn erupts from within her

Sweet,

Innocent,

Unknown…

Yet unexpectedly familiar

[E. L. Foley]

I liked it--good rhythm and a cute story. I also like the little bit of self-reference with "as this poem ends"

[Bella-Marie]

It was a bit rambling if you don't mind, but the use of the words were great and I loved the first bit about the packed scedule and all. Great work.