- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Sunday Morning Diner
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The light horizontally
Leaks through
White mini blinds
Shading the sidewalk sun
A window logo presses a silhouette
Across the seams of light
Like a sketch
This memory
Snippet hovers in the
Smell of ground coffee,
Vinyl, and a chorus of
Tinkling spoons
For the cost of a buck and a
Quarter
The Sunday Tribune
Creases at the crossword
- COMMENTS
unpredictablebijoualmost 16 years agoThis has a lovely snapshot quality to it, with good detail. Good job!
ohhh_liviaabout 16 years agobut this made me feel rather lonely. Another good one from you today.
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThis poem has been selected for listing in Wednesday's New Poems Review.<br>
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KOLKOREabout 16 years agoYou got me all drooling without a single mention of a solid food! But the memories: sounds lights and shades are there: "This memory/Snippet hovers in the/Smell of ground coffee,/Vinyl, and a chorus of /Tinkling spoons" (last two lines in the quote are my prsonal favorite).
You brouht the diner to my room - now what am I to do?
