A morning meeting in Caffè Nero
With a woman I didn't know:
Attentive smiles and careful questions
As she seeks to learn me.
Lunch with a former colleague,
Excited as her life moves forward:
Vibrant, young and yet to taste
The subtle knife of sympathy.
Words from an ex-lover,
Kind and curious, from nowhere:
A strangely sad (and sadly strange)
Enquiry from across an ocean.
Three old soaks chatting,
A friendship steeped in warm beer:
Joanna Lumley's self-indulgence,
Photography and the fun of driving.
A coffee, soon, in familiar surrounds,
A place I should no longer frequent:
The pang of familiarity certain,
A relief at leaving much less so.
Dinner with an old friend pending,
A menu of wine and musings:
Thoughts of what went wrong and
How we broke the promise of
The way we thought was right.
13th July 2015
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
