A Special Brew
February 24, 2010 at 11:38 pm 2 comments
Who is that?
Oh, I think I recognize
that jacket and your face.
Yes, you are the man from down the street
that I see each Monday
except for some weeks.
You say you like to travel?
Still, I hear you volunteer
at the local soup kitchen
someplace I’ve never been.
It’s you I’ve seen in the pews on Sunday
first or second row
which are the first to take
communion from the ushers.
Why thank you, I do enjoy the choir
and thank you, I bought it to celebrate the spring.
You’re welcome; the coffee is a special brew.
Wow, your hands are warm
and yes,
I love you too.
Yes, I will marry you.
This poem is not about anyone specific. I just wanted to write about how quickly relationships seem to progress.
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TooootallyUnrelated | February 25, 2010 at 12:23 am
Hahaha, you’re funny. And sweet.
I’m not sure if the soup-kitchen sentiment appeals to a broad audience. A lot of people don’t find conversation about soup kitchens. It fits into the progression, but I’m wondering if there’s a topic that would be less distracting.
On the other hand, that is the brilliance of relationships—the random tangents of conversation that lead you to sharing experience.
This poem says a lot about gender roles, I think. It’s interesting that in the progression “I love you too” comes before marriage, that love even culminates in marriage. It hasn’t historically been so… and it’s a heavy implication about what the expectations for relationships are. Also, note the passive action that takes place: the response to HIM expressing love first, and the response to HIS initiative in a marriage proposal.
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suzanne | April 2, 2010 at 3:26 am
i like the soup kitchen, church, and coffee. to me it’s the average-ness of relationships. rarely are they fireworks and adventure. it’s usually two people finding each other as they go through their average days doing average things.