life: a blank page?
a bigger splash?
a large espresso."
A portrait by Picasso
in his Blue Period
on a rough plastered wall.
All thought it amazing.
Among wooden tables
feelings ran high,
while things took an age to happen.
Our cafe society,
the high school dance
and the bar's dark corner.
Sometimes I would stand a round.
On later days in other places,
sometimes I fell down.
7 May 04
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Beautiful use of free verse with its empahasis on poignant imagery used to capture a time long gone.
empahasis???? where did that 'a' come from???
Thanks for your comment which i have only just caught up with now
why isn't there a real cafe society in great britain. pubs are great wouldn't trade em, but i like a cafe atmosphere a lot, especially the kind of cafe atmosphere where they sell olive, bread and wines.
have you got a pub poem?
My first reading was in a Cafe Society.
I think the natural or unnatural British reserve plus the vagueries of our weather mitigate against it particularly in the provinces where people seem to have so little to say to each other beyond idle chit chat
How'd it go?
Larry nosey paarker Lark
It was great, a poet laureate... Carolyn something.. approached me afterward (she grabbed me by the elbow on my way out actually) just to tell me how much she liked my style. The place is closed now, but it was really called Cafe Society.
In my opinion which is not worth more than a pinch of salt dissolving into a plate of chips this is my best and favourite poem i ever wrote.
Larry secrets from th mind of a very minor poet lark
It's a beautiful poem. I think you've made a good choice making this a favorite.