Sunday, November 25, 2012

Sunday Morning Poetry


One Evening in a Cafe


When thoughts don't take you far
and you sit silent
Tremulous
staring at the veins in your hands;
when the chariot of your imagination
won't carry you to passageways 
lit with glimmers of insight
and you sit silent
Tremulous
gazing at the smoke encircling your wrist:
when you do not answer the woman who greets you
as she lets her shawl fall
into the vacuum of the evening
and you sit silent
Tremulous
staring at the fateful events written in your coffee grounds;
when the new émigrés stroll by
arm-in-arm with their adorned ladies
chattering on about how time flies
and you sit silent
Tremulous
gazing at the mysterious wood of the table;
when you don't keep anyone's company
and can remember nothing of the war
but a horseshoe
or bullet holes in a curtain;
when, one evening in a café
faces pass before you like a copper fog
and you hear cymbals clashing in a distant desert
or walls crashing into hypothetical canals;
when, one evening in a café
that blind singer's album
starts to play,and everyone suddenly sighs;
then you rise and walk
To where the hatchet
leans against the tree.

~ by Amjad Nasser

Parisian Cafe by Ilyn Repin

10 comments:

Marilyn said...

And Tremulous the night curtain falls and we are at peace once more.
Interesting poem.

Isa Lisboa said...

Always nice to read some poetry!

Jennifer Richardson said...

copper fog....wood of the table....tremulous.
such vivid pictures.
i send you love and blessing,
dear Relyn,
Jennifer

Suz said...

oh how most of this poem i know
in my being
...haven't seen this poem before
...but it aligned with me
....still pondering the lastline

Joanna Jenkins said...

Oh my-- lovely poem. Thank you.

Stop by, I'm having a Christmas Giveaway!

xo jj

Jeanne said...

Beautiful my lovely friend.
Much love and many blessings♥♥

Lisa Gordon said...

Relyn, this is wonderful!

Jenny Woolf said...

This is really quite dramatic, and I think I could imagine it set to music as some kind of a short film.

cristie said...

i don't think this comes to a good end for someone. xox

Ms. K @ Write On Thyme said...

So much to love here but my fave line, "staring at the fateful events written in your coffee grounds". Love that you make me read poetry I might never see.
Cheers to you!
K.

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