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.
what a smooth flow this poem has and like a marble rolled on...Really liked it...
It wouldn't seem a true tragedy, if not for that marble which gives a feeling of cool. An all interior tragedy.
Is it better............to live a lie....in silence, or the truth......in chaos?
oh wow....what an excellent poem. The tension reallllly builds in this one. For any of us that have been on either side of this convo (ive been on both) we can clearly relate. Excellent job, your very very good!
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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'A marble on a table with uneven legs' I love that description and I really like this poem. Sounds like she went 'fishing' and didn't like what she caught. Thanks.....10.... Richard