On a rooftop terrace

A friendly cup of coffee greets me

Just as the first hues of pink clouds frolic on the horizon

Distant mist obscures the wind-churned ocean

With every sip another nostalgic wave hits.

 

An angry seagull cackles like a fire engine

When another birds takes his treasured antenna spot

It reminds me of when my spot was taken

In the lofty heights of that now distant heart.

 

A stubborn sun pushes through a thicket of clouds

And tries to cheer me up with soothing warmth

I close my eyes and smell saltwater’s breeze

And cheat my heart and force an empty smile.

 

My mug still offers one last sip of cold memories

As morning traffic mimics my mind’s own gridlock

I breathe in, deeply, thoughts of evaporated love

And exhale it all into polluted skies.

Author's Note

Rooftop terrace photo, of Istanbul, from Google.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the view and the honest thoughts. Good to have time and place to think and gather mind and heart. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote