I sit under the backwards espresso sign
sipping my coffee
perusing a travel book about Turkey.
The borrowed pages
smell like paprika.
Droplets gather on the steamy window
and travel down in groups.
The women behind me talk
about their trip to Africa.
The glowing sign faintly buzzes
and I leave half my coffee undrunk.
It is winter
there are no flowers on the table
and I will never go to Turkey.
I felt happy at first---now I feel sad. Well I didn't want to go to turkey anyway. But no flowers!!!! MB
ReplyDeleteThe image is great - the poem is fantastic! Wow - that's how poetry is supposed to make me feel.
ReplyDeleteHere are the missing flowers for you - coming from your part of the world -http://palosverdesdailyphoto.blogspot.com/2008/08/sky-in-vase-sky-watch-friday.html
Nice post or shall I say poetry. Photo matches nicely and make me smile.
ReplyDeleteThanks for comment at Nelson DP.
This works well: image and text together. I like the way you just describe what you see and hear and then flick the mood in the last line.
ReplyDeleteImpressive stuff ...
beautiful words! and i like the symmetry of the photo, it just goes
ReplyDeleteLove this image... your words work well.
ReplyDeleteWell written. I know just how you feel - the words say it all.
ReplyDeleteExcellent post! Well composed in every way.
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