I Sit Quietly...coffee, joy and poetryA Poem by Frieda Pjust some random thoughts...i quietly sit here, content in my coffee, eager to read you coffee's aroma wafting in the air and the luxury of your words rain hits my sill and i'm ready to dip into the day within the cafe i wonder, will i peer into your soul or watch you dance before i flip the page where has your muse taken you on your flight, i've been brought here, to bask in the glory of words that make us who we truly are we twist and manipulate for them to shout or softly whisper this is a part of me, a part of my soul, be gentle and kind i present before you all that is me & mine, my darkness and light, my hopes and ambitions or just a simple nod with your caffe i smile knowingly, i'm on the same page, eagerly waiting to be greeted too pouring my thoughts and grievances into you as well i ramble on wondering where do i begin, and where do you end i savor the words and take them under my skin good, bad or indifferent, they make some kind of impact a lunatic, a friend, an acquaintance that's made touch, a poet to the end as I babble my elixir is cooling but not the heat of your intentions where shall I begin, perhaps share a cuppa to seize this day one lump or two, it's all up to you
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12 Reviews Added on April 29, 2013 Last Updated on April 29, 2013 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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