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

Jesi Kay

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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20 Responses

  1. tempestletrope says:

    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.

  2. LauraALord says:

    These are wonderfully well done.

  3. nicely done. the opening poem has a meditative feeling to it (love that) and the final one… I love people watching and the reflective quality of a window makes it even more wondrous. Thank you for using today’s prompt! I loved creating the image and hoped someone would use it!

    • Jessica says:

      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. 🙂

  4. Cindy says:

    the Coffee Shop Window is my favourite of the 3. All the them were fun and pleasant reads. 🙂

  5. Rod E. Kok says:

    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 says:

      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. 🙂

  6. lrconsiderer says:

    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 says:

      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 says:

        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 says:

          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 says:

            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.

  7. beautifully done..all three of them. 🙂

  8. shanjeniah says:

    I want to fall into your poems. Ahhhh. =D

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