In a Cafe, In Some Sort of Limbo

June 22, 2012
By ololiviv GOLD, Greenwich, Connecticut
ololiviv GOLD, Greenwich, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
Nothing else fills.


If I could have my way,
It’d probably be October.
We’d be on wicker chairs,
the kind that sink a little
when you shift your weight.

I guess I’d like it to be
somewhere upstate,
because it’s a lot colder there,
and the light is pure gold.

It would speckle the table,
little flakes of gold
swimming in my black coffee—
You’d ask when I even began to drink the stuff.

And we’d sit there together,
And you’d take cream with yours,
And you would sip as I sipped,
And our lips would stain
the cups’ rims in tandem.


The author's comments:
I wrote this one winter, as it snowed outside while I was in a stuffy lecture hall, ignoring a slide show. The entire piece is basically a description of the exact place I wanted to be in that moment.

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KylieK GOLD said...
on Oct. 15 2012 at 1:12 pm
KylieK GOLD, Mt. Washington, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
"To love is to surpass one's self."

Your poetry is just... Really special. And I really love it ;)

on Jun. 25 2012 at 11:07 am
ClarinetPower SILVER, Macomb, Michigan
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I love this!




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