Lost Marbles (A Coffee Shop Tragedy) Poem by Christine Austin Cole
Lost Marbles (A Coffee Shop Tragedy)
“To be honest, ” she said as if
lying would be nothing new,
“I seriously thought about
not telling you.”
The sentence rolled between them
like a marble on a table
with uneven legs –
never finding a place
to fall still.
She watched,
wondering if he’d pick it up -
scared that he would, terrified
that he may not,
she waited.
He said simply, “I’m glad you did.”
And she…
suddenly wished she hadn’t.
This holds my attention and I vascillate between liking it and not liking it...like a marble going back and forth. :) Very interesting image. Raynette
I have to agree with Magda. The marble metaphor is brilliant - as is your final line, which leaves the reader wishing for more, and yet thoroughly satisfied. A stylish slice of life. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Awesome writing...metaphor and reality...personal and timeless...by the way...never tell...Coach
I enjoy this poem a lot. But I really wish I knew what you told the man......I can guess though. The marble metaphor is genius by the way. Great write.
Honesty often exacts a high price. That marble will never find a place to fall still.
Wowwwww: you tell us just enough to get us hooked & leave us hanging to fill in the details in our imaginations - a mark of excellent writing. Thank you.
OhhhhoHhhhh...oooooo....what did she tell him? ? ? Don't leave me in suspense.... Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 2:13:47 AM # 1.0.0
a full circle of life exists perhaps in a moment long struggle of saying it or lettin’ go Awesome Chris- v beautiful meandering expression Together forever in Caffeine! ! ! !