the cafe buzzes with shiny people meeting and greeting
i pretend to read the paper, weave my cocoon
thoughts spin into the ether and boomerang back
spoken in harsh twangs of barflies and toothless hags
i scribble in margins of the morning paper
stanzas that paint stormy skies
dark and beautiful, as i imagine myself
poetry degenerates into doodles
i finish bitter coffee and scold myself
for the way things have gone to shit
as i leave, my reflection in the window
is nothing special, i admit
nor were the verses left on the table
to be tossed out with half eaten eggs
A contest entry
- Take It Out With The Trash by Cinnarry.
4000 points, ended July 28, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for this entry, a very nice piece.
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i always enjoy mood in poems and i think you've done a wonderful job here in capturing the mood and scene vividly. each image within that is clear too.
your voice is great, tone is constant.
catchy title.
"the harsh twang of barflies and toothless hags" great line!
i don't know, perhaps a few the's could be cut out?, but i think this is really, really good...
i really, really enjoy reading you & i think you should take this one with you. =)
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thanks tara
i agree about the '"the's" .. i cut 2, but can't find a way to cut more..and i'm not sure about the one cut from the barfly line, lol..
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