Coffee In Nero's Poem by Janice Windle

Coffee In Nero's

Rating: 5.0


He and she
hand in hand
find a table in the window.
The sun slants in,
reflected from the cobbles,
from chrome hub caps
and baby buggy handles
on to the sleek lines of the expresso machine,
back to her eyes
shining
(with remembered desire?)
He places the carrier bags
on the soft worn leather
of the comfy seat in the window.
She looks to him as he
goes up to get her cappucino
(“Ciocolata on top, sir? ”)
They sit, smiling,
remembering,
and I

watch

and try

to read

my

book.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ashraful Musaddeq 10 September 2008

An interesting beautiful piece.

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Chitralekha Chetia 26 August 2008

Makes me smile. Very beautifully descriptive of a rather common situation. So often this happens with me too.... I am staring and eavesdropping. Couldn't have been put more beautifully and crisply. I am beginning to love you love poetry.

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Donall Dempsey 02 August 2008

How beautiful you are... in your seeing and what your mind elects to alight on and delight in...a perfect little movie...as the story unfolds and begins to begin. This is obviously not the beginning of the enn...rather it is...the end of the beginning. I love how and what you see...your awareness has such a deft and loving touch. love Donall Donall

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Roger Cornish 31 July 2008

Fantastic Jan! You seem revitalised! Its in every line Congratulations lady......... A big fat 10! ! ! ! ! ! ! Roger

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To add to Angie... what a lovely scene WE are watching. t xx

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