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Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

0 posted 2004-01-17 05:25 PM

The smell and taste of coffee beans
and I’m awake to all that’s new
a child with hopes and wishes, dreams
stares into air, a minute, two.

With saddened heart I feel the tears
from brim of eyes to unwashed cheeks
and I ponder on the coming years,
of life, of love, and being me.

And I move towards a second cup
an adult passed the growing stage
bare and naked, no make-up,
before life turns another page.

Too soon the shower washes clean
the taste within of needing you
but still the smell of coffee beans
follows me like shadows do.

Another day to live, to say,
I still dream the dream of yesterday!

Helen / 18 January 2004

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

1 posted 2004-01-17 05:37 PM

Helen -- What a wonderful poem. I, myself, began smelling coffee beans, in my own way, while reading this. .......hugs to you......jo

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

2 posted 2004-01-17 05:48 PM

Thank you, jo. Yes, I think coffee beans are here to stay like dreams that never go away.

DavePage
Member Elite

since 2003-12-21

Posts 2917

3 posted 2004-01-17 06:49 PM

You are magic Honeybunch

I do make a point of reading your words

Dave

Martie

Moderator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

4 posted 2004-01-17 08:03 PM

Helen...The fregrance of a time, or a person, always floods the memory. You are a special person, I think...I'm so glad to be able to read your poetry!

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

5 posted 2004-01-17 11:37 PM

Thank you, Dave. It is indeed an honour to be read.

Hi, Martie. I suppose special is as special does but me, no, I merely walk around on the outskirts withdrawn perhaps from what sometimes appears to me as meaningless endeavours. But, hey, nothing's cast in stone in this bubble called a life and bubbles have a way of floating into space in search of the unknown.
Take care!

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

6 posted 2004-01-18 09:58 PM

A different kind of Sunday story for you,
but your message remains the same.
It's all good, Lady Sunday~

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