lunchtime, snow falls
as we leave the
restaurant,
i put my arm through
yours
and catch a flake on
my tongue
the rich scent of
smoking salmon
is carried on the
cold, salt air,
as if it were on the ashes
of long-ago village
fires
dotting the shore
behind us
just a few blocks up from
the landing,
and a stroll through
the courtyard
past northwest
carvings of
lighthouses, natives—
to the red cup cafĂ© and the perfect cup—
and on to mukilteo chocolate co. for dessert
you pull the door
open, and i say
“what do you think i should
i get?”
you smile—suggestive,
“you can get whatever
you want”
over the counter the
owner
overhears, teases— “that’s
dangerous
to tell a woman in a
chocolate shop”
a seated man hears,
too “…or smart”
he’s right, we all
laugh—together,
strangers in a shared
moment
“well, i have to get
the haiku”
dark chocolate,
ginger,
hint of wasabi, candied
ginger on top—
“i just made triple
wasabi,
it’s in the back, i
can get you some…”
“no thanks, i’ll go
easy and try this first”
we select some
amazing flavors,
sip coffee, look out
at the view of the sound,
savoring them, and
each other
and all the little
things that become
the best kind of poetry
© 2014 Jennifer
Wagner
Claudia at dVerse has
us writing sketchbook poetry. As she
puts it, “poetry that captures a scene — poetry that is immediate and in the
moment.” With my husband’s schedule and
the kids off at school we get to take dates midweek, midday sometimes. It snowed briefly as we left one of our favorite
places on Tuesday and it seemed the perfect moment to capture on paper. And yes, Haiku Chocolate Truffle is
delicious!
19 comments:
this is the best kind of poetry, Jen, you draw the reader right into the happy sounds and smells. I love this! nice love poem too!
thanks for carrying us along in those marvelous moments - and chocolate makes everything better!
Oh that chocolate sounds divine ,, and a letting anyone having as much dark chocolate as they want is dangerous....
oh that is wonderful... i love chocolate and luckily there's no such chocolate shop close to where i live...ha... that would be dangerous..love the shared moments with the other guests in the shop as well... the convo snippets...the togetherness with hubs... sweet in every way
wow that sounds like a delicious choice....bet the wasabi with it makes for a very interesting flavor....sounds like a fun day/date out and about...your server at the shop sounds cool as well...
I love this very real capture of life...you took the reader right there with you. I can almost smell the coffee! Smiles.
This is delightful, Jennifer! I love the way your husband flirts with you and the special moment you shared. Now I've got to try haiku chocolate. Smiles :)
Such a rich, delicious poem!
Sounds like a wonderful afternoon shared with your husband!
This made me very hungry ~ Lovely time shared with a loved one is a treat ~ Title rocks too ~
What a beautiful day this must have been. Lovely Jennifer.
What delightful experience! And delightfully told.
You are right ....all the little things that become
the best kind of poetry. Love this :)
scrumptious, visual, perfect ~
wow! I could smell the coffee:)
THIS!
love it
I love this little poetic sketch, Jennifer. I can imagine myself sitting in that cafe, overhearing the shared jokes and light laughter. The warmth between the couple (well, you and your hubby) and the conviviality between strangers pinned against the sound is just lovely. Beautifully written!
this is brilliant
edible poetry
satisfying indeed
Looking at the title and the poem, I was thinking how haiku is so good it shouldn't be restricted to a few lines, like chocolate shouldn't be restricted to a few bites.
Did it melt in your mouth like the snow?
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