from "coffee scents" (no. 16)

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Open Poetry #33

from "coffee scents" (no. 16)

klm
Member

since 2004-09-07

Posts 58
New Orleans, Atlanta

0 posted 2004-10-01 09:05 PM

the soil-stained man
staggers
into my corner
clutching a book
on pragmatism,
lifted from the binds
at Border's edge.

he looks and smells
just like Socrates must have
right before he died,
and might well
employ the same sight
to carried words,
as soon as he
feels
his way to relief--
down the hall
past the
empty canary's cage.

The true poet writes to express, not impress.

Snow

Senior Member

since 2000-10-16

Posts 1170
desert flower looking for rain

1 posted 2004-10-01 09:17 PM

ohhh... i like this.

tomorrow night is my Border's people watching time.. and hopefully i come home with a notebook full of captured moments.

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2004-10-01 09:28 PM

what a rare gift you have, to see beyond the outward stains

Snow

Senior Member

since 2000-10-16

Posts 1170
desert flower looking for rain

3 posted 2004-10-03 01:11 PM

shouldn't be off the page yet.

i'm not sure my watching produce anything i want to share yet, but i did come home with pages scribbled on :-)

Mark Bohannan
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-06-21

Posts 7269
In the winds of Cherokee song

4 posted 2004-10-03 02:24 PM

To observe and acknowledge the possibilities is a gift indeed. I truely enjoyed this piece. Besides, it has coffee in the title, so I had to take a peek.

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