A Cup of Coffee

A Cup of Coffee

A Poem by L'Enfant Terrible

Sit and wait
The trees are playing with the wind,
Lack of faith
Sleepness arrives to the eyelid,

Is cold and clean
People are shadows in the streets,
Fog and the sun
Remembering warmth in sheets,

Motorbikes, cabbies, double-decker buses and lorries
Rumours outside and inside, rumours and roars

Yellow scarf is warm
Reminders in a Sunday morning,
The coat is to wrap
Dizzy thought of you smiling,

No sense and tired
The lady pulls her stockings,
The telly mute cried
And then your hand my coffee is taking.

© 2012 L'Enfant Terrible

Author's Note

L'Enfant Terrible
You can see how interesting my Theatre classes are.

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I like how you capture the randomness of life. It is nicely written.

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Added on March 24, 2012
Last Updated on March 24, 2012
Tags: romantic, melancholy, melancholic, situational, coffee, morning, everyday life, senses, love, sleep, blur, people, urban


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