cafe at night

 

Café at night

They wait for the stars.

The stars bring them here.

Their constellation

gathers at the place

and the night expires.

 

She cannot be alone in this café.

Yet, she is never with anyone. No,

the persons she comes with and those with whom

she leaves, towards her rent-house at 4^th street;

are never with her. That doesn’t matter.

At these café nights no one remembers

anybody apart. From distance all

the features look alike the stars of the sky.

 

She leaves. Reflection

Of her, shimmers on

the infinity.

Has she drunk up her

cuppa black coffee?

Others do not know.

It does not matter.

They are singular

in this night café.

 

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

very original, def paints a picture in my mind. kinda dips into paranoia? as if everyone is watching her.

Some of the stanzas seem awkwardly broken up though. for example:

"Yet, she is never with anyone. No,
the persons she comes with and those with whom"

(would have been better to put "No" on the second line, flows better. just my personal opinion.

overall, beautiful job.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

sorry it took me so long to review this. Great write. Hope all is well with you.

[Helena]

I have taken a different slant on this. I don't believe she is "alone" but only in her mind, and that's the way she wants it. You said "the persons she comes with and those with home she leaves, towards her rent hous at 4th street are never with her." I think they are, but she just doesn't acknowledge them.

"no one remembers anybody apart. From distance all the features look alike the stars of the sky."

I may be absolutely wrong, but that's how it read to me. Anyway it was a great write! Thank you so much for submitting this to my "Loneliness" contest. It had loneliness stamped all over it. Well done!

~ Helena ~

[alternative_be]

This makes me think of one of the big caf�s near the railwaystation of my home town, where may lonely people gather, in order not to feel lonely... but in the end, they do end up feeling lonely in the crowd... The sadness of living in a big town: too many people to know, so some do not really bother any more to get to know each other.
Yes, this could be somewhere in the centre of my hometown... Sadly enough, your poem is very realistic and truthful!

[TL Boehm]

there is a haunting, wistful elegance to this poem - and stellar imagery throughout.

[ganymeder]

Makes me think of how people can be alone, even in a room full of other people.

Nicely done, as always. :)

[Emily B]

the words are singular with or without the cafe. . .