It is all, somehow, a ceremony

[PrinceMyshkin]

This moment fits, somehow, into the mosaic
of it all, the damp dead leaves on the cobble-stoned terrace
of the café, the few that still twitter
at the ends of frail black stalks,
the passersby huddled against the seasonal cold,
my soon to be departing guest inside the café
chatting with Michel, the owner,
while I smoke out here, alone,
the memory of a recent love
that ended bitterly.

It is all, somehow, a ceremony.




Jerry Newman © 30Oct07

[Granny5]

This moment fits, somehow, into the mosaic
of it all, the damp dead leaves on the cobble-stoned terrace
of the café, the few that still twitter
at the ends of frail black stalks,
the passersby huddled against the seasonal cold,
my soon to be departing guest inside the café
chatting with Michel, the owner,
while I smoke out here, alone,
the memory of a recent love
that ended bitterly.

It is all, somehow, a ceremony.





Jerry Newman © 30Oct07


Jer, maybe all roads lead to good poems. I like it.

[Sweets America]

You have this wondeful ability to put very subtle things into words. Elusive thoughts and moments are like trapped by your pen and put down on paper. I feel a little dizzy sometimes when I read your poems because they talk about things that we usually cannot really catch as they pass by. Real feelings are felt here, as if time had somehow stopped and I was looking at the picture.