Lovesick In The Coffee Shop: A Poem

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It’s been quite a while since I’ve shared my poetry on this blog. Too long, perhaps. I like to say that I’m somewhat of a closet poet because most of the poetry I’ve written has been hidden away, like the proverbial monster under the bed. Why? I suppose it’s because my poetry is the most personal writing I have ever done in my life. Maybe as precious as my personal journal entries. However, I DO have one poem published (click HERE to read it), and I am going to share one today with you, dear readers.

I wrote this poem in November and entered it into a poetry contest. It’s a totally made up scenario about a secret crush at a coffee shop, and is supposed to be pure and simple humor (aka don’t read into it). Though I didn’t win or even place, it felt good to put myself out there like that.

For some reason, I tend to be more brave with my novels rather than my poems. Therefore, consider this a peek into my silly, secret, and at times strange, world of poetry. It’s perfect for this month’s theme of love, too. ❤ Hope you all enjoy! xx

Lovesick in The Coffee Shop

By Tamar Hela

Bearing the weight of a secret love

Is like the barista spelling my name wrong again

There’s a hope that next time they’ll get it right

But it still hurts

I saw you walk in on a Tuesday, five months ago

You still come in every Tuesday at 3pm,

And I watch how you place your order with confident precision like a war general

I love how you leave a tip, too

Even when the new girl at the register is a bit rude

While you wait for your drink,

Your wavy hair shines in the fluorescent lights

Like you’re some kind of glowing, caffeinated god

I guess I could sit closer to the front,

But I like my darkened corner where I sit far away from smelly Jim

Still, my seat offers a good view of your face, and I think

Your eyes are like roasted coffee beans—the medium blend

If I were a paper cup,

I bet you’d be my perfect sleeve

Once I thought you waved at me but

You were saying hi to the businessman sitting next to my table

My cheeks burned like my extra hot latte with an add shot

Because I accidentally waved back, and you looked confused

Maybe one day I’ll have the nerve to say hi,

But today is not that day

As you walk out of the coffee shop, I’ll just silently bid adieu

And in my sleep, I’ll dream of you

My Brain Doesn’t Work, But I’m Grateful!

Well, my brain does still work, but not in the normal high capacity that I’m used to. See, I’ve been putting the final touches on my novel the past several days: major edits, a few rewrites, and the dreaded formatting. That’s one F word I’d like to forget. Nevertheless, I am so grateful and blessed that I have a published novel coming out in the next few weeks. It’s all pretty surreal.

What’s next? The next novel, of course! But not just yet. No, I have plenty of things to keep me occupied in the meantime. I do have an idea for a memoir, and we’ll see how much of that I can finish this summer. I will also be certified to teach natural health/medicine very soon and am looking forward to seeing what that endeavor brings.

And, oh yeah–I’m managing a musician. =) What exactly does that mean? A summer (hopefully) full of travel and gigs. Thank goodness I have an actual assistant who is helping me manage my own author signings/events/media. What would I do without her? Probably crumble. I’m great at being a support system for others, but when it comes to me, it’s like I need to business coach myself! I’m sure many people can relate to that.

My final term of undergrad began this past Monday. I’m taking four classes, which = 12 units. Think I’m insane? You’re right; I am. At least I graduate in July!

Anyway, stay on the lookout for my book. My poem is already out in the anthology: Live Life: The Daydreamer’s Journal, which is very exciting. My website launched last week, too: tamarhela.com. It’s still a work-in-progress, but hey, it’s functional. I have my hands in quite a few cookie jars at the moment…I’m hoping it all pays off–and soon! I really hope that my brain starts to function normally, because I would much rather write funny, interesting blog posts than just an update.

Cheers,

Tamar

Something I Don’t Share Often: My Poetry

Being that today is Valentine’s Day, I thought it’d be appropriate to share some of my poetry. I recently found out that one of my poems, Hope, is going to be published in a book containing contributions from multiple authors. Proceeds from the sales will go towards cancer research and those putting the book together will also submit it to the Guinness World Record’s board to earn the title of “Book with the Most Contributing Authors”. I submitted my poem on a whim, not really sharing what I had done with anybody. This is out of character for me, since I love sharing things with people. But for some reason, I kept it quiet and now I have this great news to share with everyone. It feels good to be able to surprise even my family members with something I’ve accomplished. Below is my poem, soon to be published, that I will now share with those reading this post:

Hope

by Tamar Hela

Dreams are a tinge of evidence that

Hope exists, but is unaware beyond its existence

As we go through trials, we fantasize

Knowing only what we were taught, which was to

Hope

The last poem I will share today is something I wrote in high school. It’s about love–or rather, the cynical side of love. Hope you enjoy!

Waiting For Love

 By Tamar Hela

Love is so strange.

It makes one act in a funny way.

Blind devotion to the one they love,

While secretly stumbling aimlessly.

Sure, it will never happen to you,

But are you for certain?

Leading one on like a hypnotist

Always allowing pain to come in.

Why do you torment yourself?

In careless anticipation you wait,

Hoping someday they’ll be yours.

Even brambling blind men can boast of time better spent.

With the rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat of their walking stick.

They lead themselves to a destination,

Whereas love is spent in anticipation.

I hope that everyone has a wonderful Valentine’s Day. Thanks for reading my poetry. I wish you all the best in life and love.

Love,

Tamar  xoxo