And as walled chestnut pure,
Restricted imagery only secure,
Where the broken ones trade
Teacups and hearts glass made.
Steamed air from brew machine
Or precise miracles of caffeine,
Breathe counter born contribution
In hearsay or polite conversation.
Yet, of the shop in street corner
Soul lies not in beans however,
Rather ladies with skirts unfold
And sires who fondly behold.
Lovers, whose wishful eyes lock,
Let crescendo of wordless talk,
And loners, desolations surpass,
Gaze from behind the wineglass.
What’s sorrier than any woe?
For those who come and they go,
Comes who(ever), times cleave,
Because people always leave.
Restricted imagery only secure,
Where the broken ones trade
Teacups and hearts glass made.
Steamed air from brew machine
Or precise miracles of caffeine,
Breathe counter born contribution
In hearsay or polite conversation.
Yet, of the shop in street corner
Soul lies not in beans however,
Rather ladies with skirts unfold
And sires who fondly behold.
Lovers, whose wishful eyes lock,
Let crescendo of wordless talk,
And loners, desolations surpass,
Gaze from behind the wineglass.
What’s sorrier than any woe?
For those who come and they go,
Comes who(ever), times cleave,
Because people always leave.
19 comments:
"Lovers, whose wishful eyes lock,
Let crescendo of wordless talk,
And loners, desolations surpass,
Gaze from behind the wineglass."
inspired as always.
Many thanks.
Simple yet splendid.
I wish to blogroll you.
I hope thats a good enough excuse.
You do that.
Wow.
Fareed, wow.
Thanks for the 'wow'.
Time cleaves people
and people always leave
'tis only the aftertaste that lingers
to be free means to have no space to breath
aromas grinding are the topic
of thisd years fair
there is nothing quite as lonely
my kindred friend
than am empty wineglass shared.
welcome to my favourites.
Much recognised, thank you.
ditto ali. :)
Downright gratified :)
hmmm.....cafe can be such an appropriate metaphor for life.....simply superb...
Much honoured. Thank you.
Beautifully written!! :)
And I love the look of your blog too :P
I thank you for that.
I love the atmosphere of a coffee shop. You've really captured the essence of life, lovers, and senses in this poem coupled with the beautiful illustration. Thanks for stopping by, I appreciate it.
Much acknowledged.
"souls lie not in beans, however."
an absolutely delightful read 'twas. of the kind that makes you smile in shared understanding.
i'll be back for more, ive been looking for a poetry blog that i can bear to read for a while now.
I'm glad if I cover you so.
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