OctPoWriMo,  Poetry

I Was Here to Sabotage a Scene in a Coffee House Window

I know. I’m up late, but I can’t sleep. My mind won’t be quiet, so I thought I’d try to get some writing in while it’s quiet. But, well, I checked to see if the challenge for Day 21 had been posted yet, and it has. So, I worked on it and got it done. I’ll get back to writing after I get this post out.

Alright, today’s prompt is “I Was Here”. We’re supposed to write about leaving our mark on the world, literally and/or figuratively. How are we leaving our footprints/handprints, fingerprints on our world? I think this is a great prompt actually, because it’s what I’m trying to do by writing. I want my voice to be heard, not sure by who but by someone, anyone, who will listen. It’s why I began this blog in the first place. I wanted a place to practice writing and to get my voice out into the world. This is my rooftop, and I am shouting as loud as I can. I just hope someone is listening. I don’t have any particular message other than “I am here.” I want to spread beauty through the written word and to touch lives through my own experiences and feelings. I want to be someone’s inspiration, my words to be the Muse that encourages someone to reach for their dreams, or at the very least, to realize that they have a voice, too, and it needs to be heard. My piece for today’s challenge is titled The Poet’s Journey, and the extra poems are Sabotage and Scene in a Coffee House Window (and there is a play on the word Scene/Seen in a Coffee House Window. I liked the nuance). Have fun everyone!

xo Jesi

 The Poet’s JourneyI was here final

By Jessica Scott

 

My footprints leave a trail

As I walk down this path I am traveling on.

I have no idea where it will take me,

but it isn’t about the destination,

it’s about the journey.

And when I look back at the

Impressions in the dust,

I can see how far I’ve come.

I kept putting one foot in front of the other,

And already I’ve come so far,

Already I’ve climbed mountains.

I’ve still such a long way to go,

But I know, as sure as you are reading this,

I will get there.

And like the journey is leaving it’s mark upon me,

I am leaving my footprints across your heart.

 

imagesSabotage

By Jessica Scott

 

His smile is what unmakes me.

Undone. Destroyed. Obliterated.

Molecules and atoms disassemble,

Every time his face lights up.

But what really gets me is,

Just when I have put myself back together,

I try to make him smile again.

coffee-shop-window-scene

 

Scene In a Coffee House Window

By Jessica Scott

 

There they sit,

He and She,

At a table in the window of a coffee house open late,

Their hands wrapped around steaming cups.

A chill October wind blows through the streets,

Cartwheeling leaves along the sidewalks,

Causing passersby to clutch their coats closer to keep out the cold.

But here I stand across the street from the coffee house

Watching He and She.

I wonder who they are,

Maybe lovers meeting for a warm drink before a secret tryst,

Or are they married, out for an evening date reluctant to go home just yet?

Maybe they’re coworkers finishing the night shift,

Or perhaps they just met and he asked her if she wanted to get a drink with him

And he knows this place open late where they can talk.

Then, she puts her hand on his arm and he covers it with his,

They lean towards each other, and kiss.

I smile and continue on my way home.

 

Jesi Scott is an aspiring writer of novels, a poet, and blogger. She has guest-blogged over at The Well-Tempered Bards, and has a post featured at For Love Of…. Jesi has two poems published in Memories of Mist, a literary anthology, and one published story in a newsletter. She is currently working on releasing her first poetry collection as well as writing her first novel. When not writing, Jesi can be found getting lost in bookstores, singing and dancing around the house, experiencing culture with friends, and generally having fun with her four sons when they aren’t driving her weeping into her closet, which she calls her Padded Cell. She loves to rescue stray bookmarks, as well as books, and has opened her heart to any and all stories needing a home. Archery is her current favorite thing ever but you might want to stand back a little as she still has a tendency to drop the bow occasionally.

20 Comments

  • tempestletrope

    A wonderful set of poems. The first one makes me think about the fact that really the only way to get anyplace is just to keep on going. I tend to be rather an impatient sort, and sometimes I forget to just place one foot in front of the other.
    The second makes me think of pretty much every relationship I’ve ever had. Hint: I’ve never had any healthy ones.
    The third reminds me of Suzanne Vega’s song, Tom’s Diner (I believe.) A little story of a slice of life in verse.
    http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-2014-day-21.html

    • Jessica

      Thank you! I’m so glad you liked my poems. And I loved the picture. I could almost smell the ocean and feel the waves on my feet. It’s been much too long since I’ve been to the shore. 🙂

  • Rod E. Kok

    I don’t think that, as poets, we are ever done our journey. As long as words exist, we will write. A wonderful piece about that journey. And for the record, I absolutely adore poems that take place in, or are about a coffee shop. There is something magical, peaceful, beautiful, sensual, romantic and all sorts of other adjectives about coffee shops. I do a lot of writing with my earbuds in, listening to coffee shop sounds. You are rapidly becoming an inspiration to me. Oh wouldn’t it be fun to stand on a rooftop together and shout our words into the wind?

    • Jessica

      So, the irony of the coffee house piece is that I don’t like coffee. I only drink it if I have a really bad migraine and need the caffeine. Tea is my beverage of choice. But, I agree about the romanticism of the coffee house and I do like the smell.
      And thank you for saying that about being an inspiration. I’m touched by that. truly. As for the roof idea, I have this vision in my head of being on top of a roof with baskets with strips of paper that has poetry and positive statements like “you are beautiful”, “you are strong”, “you are enough” written on them, then tossing them over the side of the roof and letting them fall onto the passersby. Then, watching the wind carry them off while people pick up the paper to read what’s on them and maybe smile. And yelling “have a great day” down to them. People would think I’m crazy, and I’d probably get slapped with a littering fine. But it would be worth it. 🙂

  • lrconsiderer

    I love the voyeurism of the coffee shop one, and all the detail in the October afternoon. I felt like I was there (I’ve spent a day with cartwheeling leaves, so perhaps that’s it). Is this an actual scene you saw? Or did you imagine it?

    • Jessica

      Just a fantasy. 🙂
      I have a very active imagination, and in my mind I just pictured being in the shop (as She of He and She-lol) and looking out the window at a person across the street staring in and I wondered what it would be like from that person’s perspective. What were they seeing and thinking? Because that situation I have been in before. I like when I go running in my neighborhood around dusk and seeing who has their windows curtained off and which ones are open to look through, especially at Christmas.

      • lrconsiderer

        Peering into other people’s worlds is always a way to blow my mind. I love it, and also it kind of overwhelms me. Like if I’m driving, and happen to glance at the oncoming traffic and then realise that in each of those vehicles is at least one other person, all with their own stories and heartbreaks and challenges and triumphs and sub-sets of stories…then I’m gone, and it’s an effort to come back and realise that the part of MY story which needs attending to NOW, is driving.

        • Jessica

          I have a very similar problem. I create worlds and stories in my head and really have to focus on where I’m going. And it is overwhelming to think how we’re all just trying to get along in this crazy world and we all have dreams, even the crabby grouch down the street. He has a story, and the lady with the rollers in her hair in the market, and etc, etc.

          • lrconsiderer

            I KNOW! And just the weight of all those stories, all those worlds just hanging in the air around us…it’s a wonder we get anything done! Still, it’s incredible inspiration (as you found, and as we all just enjoyed reading here). It’s rather a treat to be able to tap into.

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