Dripping with Poetry

my working days

tend to end with

cups of coffee

swallowing minutes with

sips of cappuccino

observing

from a safe distance

usually!

the autumn evenings

still warm

yet I’m reluctant to leave

the city

or at least the cafe

staring out the window

intrigued by a gathering

wafers of cloud

drifting

like fibres of cotton wool

while scallops of pure white

sit

against the virgin blue

a congregation

those evening skies are so

impressive

so tantalisingly suggestive

there, but fragmented

dripping with poetry

 

By Paolo Michell  

 

 

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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