Don't feign surprise to find the cafe has closed
Once this was your favorite place, so fresh so new
Brightly painted, loud vibrant sidewalks calling
What stimulating sensations lay in store for you
Flavors, scents and ambiance, thrilling invitation
Whirling, bustling, chatter mingling free and easy
A dirty mat of weeds obscure the neglected walkway
The paint faded and blistered, scarred by indifference
Silent except for a dreamy shutter slowly waving
Awnings tattered giving shelter to no one nonetheless
Tired conversations, clumsily sputtered and died
Loyal patron, forever searching for another fresh cafe.
The ghosts of diners past! I can relate to this poem.... Loyal patron forever searching for another fresh cafe. Well written with lots of imagery and movement, and memory. Thanks for sharing Edmund! :)
Silent expectation of dreamy shutter is very wonderfully opened up here with wise and interesting motive. Very nice sharing done really.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An obituary [necrology] to memories deserved, in real poetic vibrating throb.