Friday Forgotten #2
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Poetry Pantry #53
Café L’Incontro…
Surfing the colours of Swanston Street
With the eyes…
Civilized delights…
Brewed in heaven…
A sensual Mardi Gras…
Tantalising
The froth of a lonely cappuccino…
The walkers were mainly in black and white…
But I wore deep sapphire blue…
Café L’Incontro is pleased to present…
Sirocco…
Quiksilver…
Paul Bram Diamonds…
Ice…
But the eyes dwelled on a thought…
Passing…
“Laverton or London” is the question…
Passing on a clanking tram roof…
The answer murmured close by…
“I must see Last Samurai again…
Sheer bravery…almost overwhelming…”
I gathered he was a struggling musician…
Struggling to survive his vision…
So I thought I was watching reality…
But reality was watching me…
Tiny dull tinctured linnets…
Nervously scanned the space between the cup
And croissant crumbs…
There were just three…
Till one intrepid soul dared to meet my world…
I smiled as he feasted…
Briefly he eyed the manna...
But his gaze lingered with me…
Very still…I stayed very still…
Only the eyes noticed…
More reality was watching me…
The walkers were mainly in black and white…
But I’m glad I wore deep sapphire blue…
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NOTE: Swanston Street is in the heart of the city of Melbourne, Victoria, Australia~
The Poetry Pantry is hosted by Poets United
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Poetry Pantry #53
Café L’Incontro…
Surfing the colours of Swanston Street
With the eyes…
Civilized delights…
Brewed in heaven…
A sensual Mardi Gras…
Tantalising
The froth of a lonely cappuccino…
The walkers were mainly in black and white…
But I wore deep sapphire blue…
Café L’Incontro is pleased to present…
Sirocco…
Quiksilver…
Paul Bram Diamonds…
Ice…
But the eyes dwelled on a thought…
Passing…
“Laverton or London” is the question…
Passing on a clanking tram roof…
The answer murmured close by…
“I must see Last Samurai again…
Sheer bravery…almost overwhelming…”
I gathered he was a struggling musician…
Struggling to survive his vision…
So I thought I was watching reality…
But reality was watching me…
Tiny dull tinctured linnets…
Nervously scanned the space between the cup
And croissant crumbs…
There were just three…
Till one intrepid soul dared to meet my world…
I smiled as he feasted…
Briefly he eyed the manna...
But his gaze lingered with me…
Very still…I stayed very still…
Only the eyes noticed…
More reality was watching me…
The walkers were mainly in black and white…
But I’m glad I wore deep sapphire blue…
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NOTE: Swanston Street is in the heart of the city of Melbourne, Victoria, Australia~
The Poetry Pantry is hosted by Poets United
4 comments:
I enjoyed this! It very much deserved another showing. I klike how she went from watcher to being watched, and just (to me) the whole rather pleasantly foreign atmosphere.
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The repetition of:
The walkers were mainly in black and white…
But I’m glad I wore deep sapphire blue…
Was well placed and almost perfect if you ask. The image you put in my head of the blue dress stuck with me so much I even went back and read it again before finishing the poem. Well written. I almost thought it was about New Orleans in the beginning.
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