At the Cafe'

A day here at the old WC

 

At the Café

 

I sit here pondering the next work to read,

Delaying reality a few moments more

One has arrant, the other a rave

How much more darkness can this person stand?

How much strength does this poor soul need?

Ah, there’s one who writes brightly

And there’s one with fantasy

Clear to the chase one cuts with the pen

As one other rambles, now that’s good stuff!

 

What is this I read now, has one gone mad?

Is this worthy of time on my hands?

Time to write they did take, some promise there see

But do they want opinion or pat on the back?

As honestly penned as promise is made

What were you thinking, can’t make sense at all

This might be induced of nightmares of old

Yet I now hear strange clicks now and bumps

So honesty here and flattery there

Try this line once, no try it twice.

 

Wonderful writings and some not so hot

And guilty are we when we don’t think out our plots.

Find now this truth and write it in stone

Or paper if you will, much easier to manage

From the heart or from the soul

Writing is true art

Respect it so, and mar not its past

Respect the heritage of writers long dead

We live to write, we write to cope

We love to write, we write for hope

We write when all around us fails.

Take up now thy pen

And show us your love!

 

 

 

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

And then there's that one about "I love you more than frogs," right? You perfectly captured what it's like here at the cafe and I really enjoyed reading this piece. It's tough restoring everything, but in the end this place and the people here - the good as well as the bad - are worth the effort. :)

[THERISA]

Sadly, some of the old writers
Have departed for lands
Never to be seen again.

Your poem captures a moment in time, which will only live on in our memories, now. A golden age, lost, but never forgotten. Hopefully, we can enter a new age, a silver one, which the shine is match by substance and well written postings. Thank you for sharing your memories of the old Cafe. Long LIve the Cafe.

Therisa

[Yvonne Heidt]

The versatality of the writers here floor me. So many styles...

"What is this I read now, has one gone mad?Is this worthy of time on my hands?..."

I love my "back" button!

Thank you for sharing, George.