Written Projects
Ever wondered what an opera singer does in their spare time? Well here is my dark secret - I write. My writing encompasses an eclectic spectrum from a daily journal to song lyrics, libretti, drama, narrations, stories and even poetry. Here is a modest selection...
Coffee
‘Let’s meet for coffee’, blithely agreed.
A social trope, not a thing we need,
No nutrition is derived.
We didn’t meet; we survived.
How many coffees are left undrunk?
As I sit my life out like a monk
Hesitant. Held between cup and lip,
Directionless now, losing my grip.
Alone, unwilling to phone,
Living life out like a drone.
It seemed so trivial to call
For caffeine intake, and that’s all.
It is not all, I leave unsaid
The hopeless thought that’s in my head.
Unwritten. Unpoured. Let it stand
That we didn’t meet. I didn’t take her hand
In a coffee shop, a quiet back street,
Two comfy cushions, a window seat,
Cappuccino and latte, recently sold,
No one comes: they grow cold.
© William Towers