Weekly Sip: Passerby
A pair of Rondeau Primes for a French 75
The Weekly Sip shares poetry tied to a dubious little dive bar in the midwest known as The Oasis. Enjoy weekly song recommendations, drink recipes, and poems - all pairing together less like a fine wine with Brie and more like a cheap shot of bourbon with stale peanuts. Cheers!
Song recommendation: “Lovesong” - The Cure
Dive bar poetry isn’t a drink everyone fancies. Quirky and a labor of love, it’s a project close to my heart that laces together poetry as part of a larger storyline. Penning much of the collection years ago with new work spiked throughout, this week’s sip offers something old and something new. Two poems reveal opposing corners of love, starting with a wishful encounter that’s met with an uncertain end.
When it comes to love, Robert Smith put it best, ”Whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am whole again.”
New poems featured in the Welcome to The Oasis collection:
Green Eyed Monster and Toast for An Angel
Drink pairing: French 75
Cocktails can often be new and adventurous, but it’s the classics that survive trends. In honor of this week’s pair of Rondeau Prime poems, we’re toasting with a French 75. Originating during World War I, this classic cocktail blends the botanical hues of gin with a bit of bubbly.
French 75:
1.5 oz. of gin
3 oz. chilled champagne
.5 oz. fresh lemon juice
.5 oz. simple syrup
Fill cocktail shaker with ice, gin, lemon juice and simple syrup; shake and strain into champagne flute; top with champagne
Garnish with lemon peel
Passerby
Talk to me, before the fantasy fades
And my impulse flees
Before my eyes focus to see
What sensibility trades
When a subtle look becomes a gaze
And reason careens
Talk to me
An encounter dreamed: Bodies in melodic praise
In a moment set free
A willing lapse in reality
Consequence estranged
Talk to me
Quarrel
Lights turned off, eyes closed
Undercurrents of doubt in my head
Fish hooks pinning me to the bed
Sinking into more what ifs than I can stand
Resolution a starfish stranded on the sand
Lost in a quarrel I’ve yet to comprehend
Eyes closed
Carried away in barrels of thought
My love for you, forever red
Drowning in words better left unsaid
Straining for a switch that can’t be sought
Eyes closed
undeniably talented....I look forward to your book