Sunday whirl brought to you by Starbucks.
Not that Chloe and I don’t have enough Starbucks around here, we drove the seven minutes away to our old hood to hang out at the Sbux up there to have the very same Earl Gray tea I can make here at home for the price of a tea bag, which is much less than the $2 Sbux price. What’s that all about? And then we watched the lovely people stop by to get their own drinks for 17 times the price of the home brewed.
I was reading the Sunday whirl words and thinking that we’ve all got an addiction to coffee shops, to coffee, a psychosis, and so I let the whirl spiral right down into the dark roasted bitterness of it all.
buckle, gain, miss, instant, navigate, grace
visions, humming, drill, dignity, years, stride
Coffee is really a dominant force in her life right now. It has been for years. It’s a sad thing, but there it is. She takes it in her stride… it’s a city thing.
She likes to stop for coffee on her way, pay her money and hand over a crisp, white Styrofoam cup. She likes the way it looks. The boy behind the coffee bar looks up and smiles; he knows the drill.
Sometimes she has a latte, sometimes an Americano, she never misses a day. She thinks about that time, thousands of years from now, when she and this country will be known for the things left for future generations: Styrofoam cups, plastic bottles; things which may buckle with age but not decay. She is holding in her hand molecules which will outlive her body. Thousands of years of existence for an afternoon coffee finished in ten minutes…in an instant.
No, it can never be instant. That was left behind a long time ago along with her memories of her mother, fat and nervous. How her hands shook as she pulled the wet linens out of the washing machine.
She snapped the sheet open, folded it and put it in the laundry basket, wet, folded, but wet.
Washer woman, lacking grace or dignity, navigating children and chickens, humming her way down the clothesline in the yard.
She blinks away the frown. She smiles at the Styrofoam cups covering every square foot of her living room, each an organic reminder of the day before. She looks at the clean white order of her days.
Someday urban archaeologists will excavate her home and find a large cache of these things, lovingly organised and ready for study. Oh what a gain for science, how glorious that will be.
She picks up the magic marker and writes 09,10,2013 (thought of mom)
She walks over to the window ledge positioning it carefully next to 09,09,2013 (bought new cups)
Wow, Veronica. That is something I would call perfection. Really excellent writing.
Holy smokes Pamela, thank you so much. 🙂
I love this post, you did a great job with the wording of your blog post. I love Starbucks especially at this time of year with the weather getting colder. I love their pumpkin latte, and their caramel apple cider. I am not so much into the Styrofoam cups though because of the harm they do to the environment. Luckily our Starbucks has paper cups.
Hi Renee, don’t worry, ours has paper too. This poem is written to illustrate an unbalanced mind, not mine…lol. I wonder if anyone actually uses Styrofoam any more. I haven’t seen any here in Vancouver for years.
I enjoy both tea and coffee but I definitely drink my beverages in paper cups or mugs. I enjoy visiting coffee shops every so often but it is hard for me to spend the crazy prices so I only treat myself once in a while. My Earl Gray tea tastes just as good at home and enjoy the company of the squirrels on my deck in the early morning.
Hi Gina, the best is to bring along a reusable travel mug, isn’t it? But it’s a nice feeling of community and coffee shops are integral to that, which is why we go there. 🙂 I’ve studied that thru my CMNS degree and now am helping my daughter recognise this as she works her way thru her degree. These Sunday whirls are a great exercise for me in poetry and imagination, so don’t worry, it’s just a made-up poem. 🙂
I love coffee (I’m not a tea drinker at all) I rarely go into the likes of Starbucks and Costa, because they are so over priced!
I know what you mean, but I love Sbux or Costa; especially the Costa on the third floor of Waterstones in Oxford where I can have a tea and look at all the people on the street. (count all the mad professors 🙂 )
I think I better switch from my usual English Breakfast to Earl Gray if it can engender that kind of creativity. Well done!
Lol, thank you so much Christie. 😀
Veronica, your story is delightful and oh so true. I hate styrofoam cups. I stopped going to Stbx a few months ago ever since I discovered I could buy their bagged coffee at a grocery store. I’ve saved beaucoup money.
Hi Cheryl, thank you so much. I don’t drink coffee but I hear it’s the same if you make it at home. There’s a barista machine in my house and some coffee drinking friends make their own here with the Sbux Christmas blend, and, as long as I don’t make it…lol, they love it. 🙂
I do like it when a writer rattles the cage and allows us to look at ridiculous mankind hastening their destruction.
What a telling write this is.
Thank you so much Old. I wonder if we all hate Styrofoam so much, and it seems we do, why is so much of it still around?
Enjoyed your story, Veronica. I think you are correct in that it is a city thing. I found I wanted to know about the mother in your story poem. Great job with the words. 🙂
Thank you Sabra 🙂 I got interested in her too. At first I didn’t really want to introduce a second person into the poem but then I got used to her and she pulled the story together and stayed.
We´ve had “go to Starbucks for breakfast on a Saturday” on our wish list for a long time until this very weekend. 😀
I liked the photograph and the story so I read on. I immediately suscribed to your blog. Even before coming to comment! 🙂 Looking forward to more images and words from you.
Hi Paula, thank you so much. 🙂 Sometimes we go to Starbucks for breakfast too. I’m glad you’re here and now we can get to know each other.
Don’t drink either coffee or tea, but loved the story and the lesson to be learned within it. Really like how you wove these words together creating a strong vivid image of humankind’s contrary nature and foibles. Great writing,
Hi Elizabeth, thank you so much. I read the words to C and R and they had such different ideas, but I had coffee on my mind the minute I read instant. Funny how the words just take over. 🙂
Hi, Veronica! Your poem connected with my unexpectedly, because I had to move to a different house last week and I was amazed by all the useless items that tend to pile up in one’s home. I guess it’s a byproduct of our consumerist society – I shiver to think about all those Styrofoam cups lining garbage piles or forgotten along shorelines.
A very clever write, Veronica. Well done!
a spirit of simplicity
Really like that urban archaeologist angle, Veronica.