At 6: 30 Am, Starbucks Poem by Max Reif
At 6: 30 Am, Starbucks
I frequent a well-lighted cafe'.
Outside, wraiths wander in the darkness,
a realm of hungry ghosts.
This morning even Death was there,
wrapped in a beggar's blanket,
turning to look at me.
This world is not separate from that one.
I came in from the dark,
but as I sit, and read and write,
the shadows seem to lighten,
and when I leave,
it shall be into Sunrise.
sounds about right, that's what everyones morning at Starbucks' coffee the world over is like. Thanks, Agata
What a contrast with the 'luxury' of Starbucks. Interesting. Raynette
ahh.. so you prefer to write in the morning, when it is nice and quiet.. Couldn't agree more! Nice write, maybe I should try Starbucs myself :) HBH
dear max, good poem but i cannot make out this line: This world is not separate from that one. i mean why is it there?
excellent poem max...ghostly but inspiring and very easy to read...you use words very well.
i loved this...i agree with the writer before me that there is a haunting feel to it which was wonderful...i've read some great ghost stories but only a handful of great ghostly poems...this was exceptionally well-written! ! !
I used to write in the early mornings, from 4 to 6 am, but lately I've been writing in the afternoon. anyway, I loved the huanting feel of this piece...but then again, I enjoy all of your work...pen on!
Why do I think of Virgil, wandering in the underworld? ! Haunting, anyway, Max! May rosy-fingered dawn guide your musings in the laptop of the gods!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hmmm...I could smell the fresh brew of coffee. This was nice.