Love At The Coffee Place (The Taxidermist) Poem by Agatha Eliza
Love At The Coffee Place (The Taxidermist)
The remnants of your memory
swing back and forth
through
the clouds of smoke
wading through
the corners
of this old coffee place
creating notes
rhymes
and rhythm
blending with
cold ripples swirling
on the surface
of a brittle wine glass;
half empty
on a dull, rainy day
affected
by the absence of love
tormented
by an acid lack of hope
forever haunted
by the lipstick stains left
on an empty glass
resting on the other table.
This poet tries to gather up
facts, feelings
memories
to put them
in motion...
inspires life
to emerge
from dead, glass eyes
places artificial lungs
and sews wings
to any creature
that needs to be alive
or is forgotten
shunned, and never
had the chance
to have a portrait
painted in a poetry book.
This taxidermist
is always covered in grey mist
but his eyes
glow like fire lit
in an ancient lamp; by night
he becomes a creator
by day, another spectator
watching the whole theater
of the living,
from the
old coffee place
plotting to give a new name
to a silhouette
whose fragrance fills up the
air, but has no face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 5:41:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Agatha, The name of the poem suggested it to be a simple poem on love and relationships. But, you have astonished me with an extremely serious philosophical poem, true to your write-I should have expected that. The remnants of your memory /swing back and forth /through/the clouds of smoke.... Not a nice way to open a love song.. But then, it is no love song at all.. rhymes and rhythm /blending with/the cold ripples swirling/on the surface/of a brittle wine glass/half empty.. The abstract images flowing one after the other conjure up an emotional upheaval, so hard to decipher. The poet affected by/the absence of love is forever haunted /by the lipstick stains left/on the empty wine glass/left on the other table.. Remarkable stream of images to bring out the haunting feelings and emotions of the failed love affair. Here ends counterfeit poet, who is a taxidermist, who inspires life/to emerge/from dead... glassy eyes..et al. He can sew wings to any creature/that needs to be alive. By night/he becomes a creator/by day/another spectator/watching the whole theater/of living.. Carefully chosen images, expressed in words that disappear in the wholesome poetry. Exquisitely crafted poem.. Loved reading. But, may need the poet's help to understand it fully. Would come back for a re.10++