Meaningless Coffee

Stilted conversation
Over insipid coffee,

There is so much to talk
Rehearsed so often in heart..
Words suspended,
Hang in the air, unspoken,
Unintended
Unheard..

The staccato beat of our mental clocks
Urging our words to run as fast,

An unsure me,
And, you unnatural
Just getting along
With the same ritual.

The dregs of coffee
Hold our intrigue
More than perhaps,
Our own company.

You look across
And smile tentatively
I respond to your attempt
Almost wisely.

As we get ready to leave,
I look around to read
The other people,
Enjoying their treat
As they have their meaningful coffee!

Dolly,17th feb'10

The Glory Of Cactus...

It matters not if the leaves have withered,
Leaving the tree an empty bark.
It saddens me not if the spring eludes
And the fall keeps the hopes in dark.

I shall weather all this
And more so, with a reason
The spring may take its time.
Cactus does not need a season..

The last of the chill fades away,
Balmy sun then makes its way,
Seasons come and seasons go
My existence has a reason to grow.

No grief for the blooms that die
No envy for the birds that fly
I stand here rooted forever
A strength, that defines a winner.