Max Reif

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At 6: 30 Am, Starbucks - Poem by Max Reif

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.


Comments about At 6: 30 Am, Starbucks by Max Reif

  • john tiong chunghoo (10/22/2005 1:39:00 AM)


    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?
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  • (10/18/2005 10:02:00 AM)


    excellent poem max...ghostly but inspiring and very easy to read...you use words very well. (Report) Reply

  • (10/15/2005 9:17:00 AM)


    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! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (10/12/2005 7:03:00 PM)


    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!
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  • (10/12/2005 11:28:00 AM)


    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!
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  • (10/12/2005 11:11:00 AM)


    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
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  • (10/12/2005 10:42:00 AM)


    What a contrast with the 'luxury' of Starbucks. Interesting.

    Raynette
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  • (10/12/2005 10:39:00 AM)


    sounds about right, that's what everyones morning at Starbucks' coffee the world over is like. Thanks, Agata (Report) Reply

  • (10/12/2005 10:09:00 AM)


    Hmmm...I could smell the fresh brew of coffee. This was nice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 22, 2006


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