The flow of traffic diverts
My racing thoughts to watch
As life moves by so fast
Suspended in a bubble of care
I can feel you slip away
To hide behind your eyes
You place yourself outside
The range of us mere mortals
Blankness greets each question
We think to throw your way
And so I sit and wait for you
To look above the parapet
Of the wall you build so high
Black coffee and cigarettes
The only comfort left to me
Fiona, It is black coffee, cigarettes and love of poetry! 10! -Raj
I have sat with a loved one who was no longer with me it's a long afternoon and the coffee is welcome
Perhaps I read this wrong, but I didn't see it as the stimulus provided by coffee and cigarettes. I saw it as a once concentrated and now lost mind. I felt that you were writing about a person moving in and out of understanding perhaps in the confines and limitations of stress. A most thought provoking journey. Poetry is unique in that it begs for interpretation. Best Regards Steve
I love black coffee as a beverage, to open eyes and stimulate my poets mind. A Cigarette used to be its helper, till I gave up some twenty years ago. Peggy Lee used to sing a haunting song called Black Coffee, I can feel the slow beat, hear her sultry voice run through my mind. Thats what I love about good poetry like this it evokes memories of time gone by. Thank you Fiona, you are a muse of excellence. 10++ regards Bob
smokes and joe are just things you do while your not reliving all the memories you have and will always have. amazing poem, i not only saw your view but i caught a glimpse of his, great poem. -steve
lovely poem Fiona...........I love black coffee, , , , , , , , , but I never thought the way you think....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You being their is the comfort you repay for all those coffees n cigarettes...xx Sue