Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper


I will go early
And feast on doughnuts
(The kind with the jelly in the middle)

Drink huge cups of coffee
And listen

The swirl of voices pleases me

The cadence, growing
Lost then found, the
Murmuring catch
Of sound, the lull,

The plaint of meaning, the
Thread of melody.....

Obscure and haunting
As distant
water, falling..

Poem Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2008
Poem Edited: Monday, May 26, 2008

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  • shel cope (3/11/2008 1:58:00 PM)

    I love that sound've really captured it well.

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