Poetry – Guddle

Cafe life three and four

Cafe 3

long walk
sore feet
good to walk
good to rest

Look around
See Cafe
look in window
look at menu

Sticky table
Busy place
to much noise
to much heat

Cold drink
Food coming
Hope its good
Hope its filling

Cafe 4

The place is nice
The food is good
The coffee tastes just right

In an empty place
With empty chairs
As silence swirls around

A ghostly place
A place that waits
A place with no one in

Its a great shame
for wonderful staff
whos customers have gone

The place is nice
The place is silent
It soon may be no more

Cafe life one and two

Two short poems on cafes

Cafe 1
The babble of voices
stories being exchanged
The hum of cafe life
its almost feeling normal
For now that is

Cafe 2
Quiet music in front
amateur critics to the right
football pundits to the left
all cafe life is here

Someone just came in
sitting behind me
what subject will they pick
to enrich the cafes buzz

As we are almost at the end of the year its time to look back. I intend to put up an post for each month of the year in the next few weeks. They will be mostly photos unless I can think of something to write as in this case.

January the start of the year and part of a very long wet winter. Global warming means even more rain than we normally get here apparently. It also means that we wont be seeing traditional cold frosty and snowy winters as much. This January also had giants roaming through the streets.

Lament for lost winters

The dull weight of the clouds crushing me down on a dark winters day
No wonderful blue/grey light or sparkling clear skies
No frost shiny pavements or twigs cloaked in a coat of white
No twinkling night skies with their carpet of stars
Just rain threatening clouds
hiding the light
crushing the day under their smothering weight