Cold Latte - A Free Verse Poem
Background
This poem is a story about a dead woman who returns from her grave as a spirit, to make the man responsible for her death realize his crime by letting him know that she is still around, and will be, until he confesses his guilt.
The Poem
The cup is cold
As is the wind outside
Large droplets slash the pane
I must get out
Across the table
You sit silently
Gazing at the steam
Hovering over your cup
A casual glance
On the monthly magazine
And a frozen finger
Against the carved handle
I know you from beyond
The dark and the light
The rain and the storm
I’ve known you always
The winds keep whirling
The clouds get dark
I know I must go
Yet can’t seem to stand up
Your hot cappuccino
Mocks my latte
The heat and the despair
Crush my cup
I finally make my move
And borrow some ice
From the smiling waiter
To ruin your life
I remember the pain
Underneath my grave
While you cried those fake
Tears standing above
I must get out
The ice is your friend
Your coffee’s foe, and
The chills down your spine
My work here is done
My foot sets out again
A warm cup in my hand
Into the tranquil rain
© 2012 Rinita Sen
Comments
AUTHORThank you Audrey. I am glad you liked the verse. Have a great day!
Beautifully crafted and there is a haunting quality to the verse from the beginning--really nicely done!
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Thanks a lot. Glad you visited my page.
A beautiful poem ! voted up!
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Thanks Ryem! Yes this was written to chill.. hehe
I really like how sort of creepy this poem is. This is good writing!
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Thanks so much for reading Eddy. Have a blessed day my HP friend.
What a brilliant poem and thank you so much for sharing.
Take care and enjoy your day.
Eddy.
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Thanks again for your precious comment Vinaya. :)
Esthetically beautiful!
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Thank you prasetio. Glad you liked it. Enjoy your cappuccino. :)
I really enjoy this poem. I can't wait to drink my hot hot cappuccino. Thanks for writing and share with us. Rated up and take care!
Prasetio
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Hehehe.. thanks Sue. Glad to see you today.
"I finally make my move
And borrow some ice
From the smiling waiter
To ruin your life"
Sweet revenge. :)
Voted up and away!
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Exactly, Nikki. Thanks a lot for reading.
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Hello Vincent. Being haunted by your past sure must be tormenting. Thank you for reading. Appreciate your comment. Peace to you, too.
and a haunting we will go. Revenge is best served cold.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, I'm glad she came back to haunt him. I've been haunted often by my past, thus I scribe. Beautifully done my poetic friend, I love your style, so creative so gifted. Peace and blessings to you, now go back to your slumber in peace.
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Thank you Rosemay. I am glad you found the idea interesting. Have a great day!
Oh I love this poem and the thought of her haunting him until he confesses. Bravo
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Thanks Always. Glad you liked this. Have a great day!
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Thank you Frank. I don't know why, but I was sitting in the coffee shop last afternoon sipping my favorite cold choco latte when suddenly it turned stormy outside, and the idea behind this poem came about. Maybe I'm a little inspired by you here LOL.
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Thank you Kamalesh. Have a great day!
Wow, I really enjoyed this..Bravo..
what a rare little haunting poem.. why did I like it alot? up and awesome S... Frank
A Beautiful poem my friend. Voted Up.
Best Wishes, Kamalesh
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Thank you Forde. Glad you liked it.
Love it, thank you, voted and interesting
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