Morning snowflakes clot the air,
rest in the nook of an old fedora.
The shop doors are still locked.
A red sweater.Blue eyes glance
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Descriptive, palpable, real- alive! An ordinary day- made extraordinary!
Thanks Mihaela. I'm glad you like the poem. Thanks for reading.
I like this, Jette! Like clot the air, rest in the nook of an old fedora, grey veneer—in general the nicely observed attention to detail. I like as well how you shaped the poem. And the last and closing line is perfect. It was easy to imagine myself into this one. Excellent! If you’re interested, my poem Forecast seems similar to me in its intention. Glen
Thanks so much Glen. I'll check out your poem soon.... I appreciate you reading.
Just discovered your work. It is amazing. This poem takes me back to an age of innocence (not the Age of Innocence) . The imagery could be from an old Hollywood movie, or a scene from a street corner today. That missing cup of coffee may just be a metaphor for every thing missing in this person's life. A terrific poem
Thanks so much for finding my work MJ. In this poem, I was actually trying to capture an image similar to the way that George Trakl does....a space just before movement that is in silence. I am no Trakl, but it was a fun exercise.
On a wintry morning, a cup of steaming coffee would be so welcome! The man amply dressed for the winter morning hesitates before a closed shop, then moves on with his craving unsatisfied. But he makes sure
There's nothing much better than a steaming cup of coffee on a cold wintry morning....except maybe a pocketful of poems. Thanks Valsa.
My comment Part 2- - a man hesitates before crossing. A rhythmic clap of soles ceases before the closed sign.- - - - - I'm all tensed up waiting for a gunshot.! ! ! I mean, some people get downright nasty when they don't get their coffee! 10+++
You make me smile....this is one of the best commentaries ever. Your imagination is awesome Susan.
I feel like I slipped into a film noir moment! ! ! Fedora, ! ! The shop doors are still locked. A red sweater.Blue eyes glance and a wool coat closes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -There's such a tension in these phrases like in a Humphrey Bogart detective mystery.
I think it was the fedora that did it for you! Ha! Thanks Susan. I love your interpretation and especially your imagination!
Beautiful and very vivid imagery of an early winter morning. Imagination runs most with the papers bringing all kind of thoughts to relate to man’s internal state of mind. Words lean towards anxiety but I am willing to include his hopes and aspirations too. Lovely poem! Thanks for sharing. Also thank you so much for your comment on my poems. For some reason I can’t open my own page to write thank you reply.
Thanks for your comments. The anxiety is probably due to the fact that this author had not had her coffee yet before writing this poem! :) Thanks so much for commenting Savita.
Snowflakes! ! Snowfalls! With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
one fedora.. two.. three fedoras... a coffeeless morning for the three of them, maybe, but their day is full of poetry! and a very good one, indeed ;)
Love that! Yes, as long as those papers are poems, I think the fedoras can still find inspiration! :)
A painterly poem which is beautifully composed oh how i felt for the coffeeless morning great piece
I love when poems paint images, in feeling and in color. By no means easy to do! Your poem does both, beautifully! The effect is lasting and intense. Saturates us, captivates us in the good sense, Imagery and poetry that fills us with heartfelt pleasure, even in 'coffeeless mornings'.
Thanks so much Sandra. I love your commentary. You are so perceptive, but you also give a glimpse of your own poetry when you write...sometimes even a rhyme! ;)
Very Moving And Powerfully Sown! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Ever So Very Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
Thanks Flower Navarre. :)