Cigarettes and coffee
And remnants of nightmares in the dawn
Leave me contemplative
And chill me to the bone
As I glance through the morning paper
At the never-ending lines
Of memories and eulogies
To other people’s lives
And searching for immortality,
While finding it not at all,
I pour another cup of coffee
And watch the shadows fill the hall:
Ghosts of nameless strangers,
As well as lovers, hover there,
All forgotten—yet remembered—
Like nightmares
And coffee stains
And smoke rings in the air.
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Outstanding composition in Free Verse.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Be safe,
Karen
Enjoyed--RaeLynn
Cheers,
Dan
Excellence in early morning lines of sadness: well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
As I sip my morning cup of coffee I still remember choking on a few of those smoke rings. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.