Coffee Shop

I arose a broken man.

By noon, I was fully whole again.

Oh to be human-

To love,

Moments lost,

Only to be found.

Shared and cherished.

Man so compelled to be unmoved.

Woman, so pressured to move.

Backwards, inside out, upside down,

We are all so turned around.

Our breath, stolen by another’s gasp.

I reach out to take the change �"

Just another hurricane of thoughts.

Just another coffee

A dollar seventy-five later.

Reviews

[Enigma]

Exceptional. Surpasses my known boundaries of being succint and simple. Simply outstanding. :)

[I Cast a Shadow]

Submit this to my contest! With writing like this versus those that have submitted already, you can't lose! The prize is a local direct free trade sample from Portland, Oregon's Spunky Monkey. The coffee gives ME a headache and I have 1-2 french presses a day.

[Spotted Souffle]

Deliciously ambiguous...

I definitely enjoyed this little snippet of verse. Everything seems to have slotted into place, and I appreciated the colourful and multi-layered description scattered throughout the poem. To be completely honest, "Coffe Shop" might be one of the most enigmatic pieces I've ever stumbled across! Rich and enthralling...

This poem is privileged enough to boast of fantastic imagery, and a mysterious atmosphere which radiates originality! What exactly is the author attempting to convey? The writer has certainly managed to express raw emotion- and for that, I commend them. Something profound, no doubt. Meaningful...

This is life. Brutal and unflinching, fresh and energetic... With lively prose, your poem sets the heart a-throbbing. And it leaves the casual reader with something to ponder...

Well done.