Saturday, October 26, 2013

Coffee Dreams (A Poem)

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She walks slowly,
Feet a leisurely echo
Amidst the earthquake shuffle
Of a morning commute,
She wears her raincoat
Like the robe of Christ,
Coffee stains dangling
Toward her fingers,
early winter wind whipping
A knitted scarf across her face,
Tickling her throat like
The bitter taste of chocolate.
A flurried wind pourettes
The strands of her hair
As if something invisible
Were swimming through it
As she passes church parking lots
And the old ladies who linger there
With their pursed bottles of liquor
And cheap cigarettes.
Smelling of food stands
And the busy city,
She tumbles into
The crowded bench seats
Where old men laugh
Like clowns in a caravan,
Bright-eyed and curious
On a day full of clouds and crow.
Café walls a portrait of colors
She wishes she could
Splash herself across
And live forever
In this wonderland of coffee beans
And freshly-brewed sweet tea.
She dreams the brake lights
Of stopped cars
At the corner intersection
In the near distance
Are the blinking eyes of fate
Pulling her into the strange arms
Of a reincarnated soulmate
At some coffeeshop
Along a delipadated back alley
On another morning.
She prays it’s true,
Hands a miniature clay temple
Crossed over the veins
Of one another, and not
A God in either one.


**Written for a prompt at Poets United.

8 comments:

  1. "Café walls a portrait of colors
    She wishes she could
    Splash herself across
    And live forever
    In this wonderland of coffee beans"-- I would have stayed in there ..for good! It's amazing what coffee can do! I liked the concluding lines especially...it's serene, spiritual and gives food for thought. Lovely!

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    1. ty so much, i am happy you enjoyed the poem! :)

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  2. Lovely poem, full of vivid imagery! Funny, I wrote about cafés, too. Love the quote on your header :)

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    1. thank you! i will have to go check out your poem! i seem to have a thing for cafes! :)

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  3. whew. nice pice....you build it nice...i like how her raincoat up front is the robe of christ and how that plays with the end as well...the not a god in either is def a striking line to end on...

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    1. thank you, brian! always love hearing your thoughts on my work...i'll be by to visit your blog later today :)

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  4. I enjoyed the endless meandering sense of this poem as if a stream of consciousness narration from a dream state where the author happily wishes to remain.

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  5. At the corner intersection
    In the near distance
    Are the blinking eyes of fate
    Pulling her into the strange arms
    Of a reincarnated soulmate

    I enjoyed this poem!

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Thank you for taking the time to comment, it is so appreciated. Your thoughts and critiques are always welcome! I will be by to visit your blog soon!