Before you scrape
and erase their marks
when I do read
few letters stick
...
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This is tremendous. I've read and reread this several times, and each time I am struck by a different set of images. This could involve the imagination....the power of the word to create the ideal vision, teh desire, and then the fade away. Once the coffee arrives, there is the need to put down the word and return to daily living. I shall have to come back to this gem again and again.
A profound write and I don't think I have understood it in all its depth! My inability...... I admit !
Extraordinary. This image caught my imagination and I do not think I will be forgetting it any time soon! ! ! ! - - - - - when I do read few letters stick on your lips 10+++++++++++++
It takes just a few moments to reach the pinnacle of emotions. The intensity of this write is quite striking.
Lot can happen by the time coffee is served even dwelling in some other space. Nice poem. Thank you.
flowing, reading, sinking, dying, living...so much (non-) action is going on in such a brief write...if a few letters can be read and understood before their apparent erasure, then certainly eyes are not merely the white-holes but a channel...i am not sure about my interpretation but it looks so to me...the coffee-serving suddenly comes as a striking of the Big Ben!
in moment u lost in magic of her eyes in journey of life time but in return your coffee was served hot and in time / bright
you lost me a bit until the last line. i DO understand coffee is served. is there cake with the coffee? yes? i'll be right over to join you. if you used more punctuation it MIGHT have helped me some to understand; i'm not sure if it would. with concious mind of... conscious? oops! an easy mistake to make! you invited me to read, i read, and i thank you for sharing. :) yes, the title and the last line i enjoyed. p.s. i loved to watch you box on tv years ago.
This is simply stunning write, it just send you to world of beauty... Good work Poet
some other space and within no moment I sink in eyes... for ages... for lives going to die coming to life... ..... When i return......what an imaginationfrom poet... beautiful description.. i loved it...simply 10 read mine brown eyes
Do deep thoughts and cups of coffee go together? It is possible if two souls have achieved rapport with one another. A poem of awareness.10, for you. Warm regards, Sandra
A beautiful poem, like soft music, enjoyed it, especially the ending. Keep creating! Regards
nice one indeed..I liked the ending line, so refreshing....thanks 10++
I sink in eyes... for ages... for lives going to die coming to life...imagination........ vision.. liked ur last sentence... when i return...... coffee.. such an imagination.. thank you. tony brahmin