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 dark wood-smell and coffee...

Coffee Anyone?,

a line of shadow escapes the

lawn silently across afternoon

 shadow, bees, a

 

Bumble bee,

 bumps my head

Coffee and Nectar, a

chair made into bone white metal two chairs,

 three,

and a white table makes a misplaced step...

 

I take the flat eye of the lake

with me when I dream

under the surface reflects the ideal...

What is beyond the apple,

the bee,

 the cup of coffee the chairs the table (that walks without moving), all of it. . . . .. .

 

I left my whole morning open for you,

 

You

never came.

 

Whole trees are

reflected in the lake’s stillness,

 one drop of water lands

 and changes my thoughts of you.

 

 

Reviews

[John]

What might appear at first a poem about personal loss actually opens up to a wider question about meaning, What is beyond the apple? Nature just goes about its business quite indifferent to human life, and I think it is this realisation that compels the speaker to make his complaint about not being visited. The last four lines are mysterious - nature perhaps suggesting a different attitude to the person who failed to call.

[SkinlessFrank]

Loneliness and summer beauty. Your poems are like a cauldron of clouds and old farm houses.

[Lizbeth]

This poem so beautifully captures the atmosphere of a morning by a lakeside, complete with tranquility and a bumble bee. Wonderfully crafted!
My favourite lines:
""I take the surface of the lake
with me when I dream"
Would maybe delete the comma after anyone
and add the word "and" at the beginning of the last line
Otherwise, it's perfect!
Thank you for sharing!
Lizbeth
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