Description: ok so the first stanza I wrote last night at the
Diner everything else I just wrote....I know it may seem a little disjuncted but my feeling is that for what the piece is and the thought structure behind it it needs to be as it is, though I do welcome any and all opinions.
Coffee Cup Lust -------------------------------------------
Another friday night
at the diner again
the cups half empty
somehow always left
But one person
can't keep that bed warm
just enough heat
for one stool
Oh I miss
her coffee colored breasts
those sugar sweet lips
her quiet moans during sex
and how she made love to a cigarrette
And it's another friday night
Waiting out dawn
that bed's half empty
And I'm always left......
again, love this! can totally see you sitting there all alone, missing this object of your affection, your desire. waking in the morning reaching for that comfort, and finding this empty cold pillow. i could go on and on, but i'll stop now. gotta go read some more***
how she made love to a cigarrette. Good one. I was captured by this write. I read a few others that you have but this one made me pause. I like the longing in it. The beds hafl empty and I always left...wanting more. The reality of the craving is almost tangible. I could take some lessons from you...Thank you for this write. Peace...
ooohhh...yummy! Well...hmmm, ok First love the diner, always give that feel of being alone yet not...filled with faces and forgotten places we all know so well. Then the longing...simply a fav of my twisted heart ;) Reminded me of girlinphoto this one...not sure why...but it did...so makes me like it even more! Yeay once again John...YEAY
Despite my personal distaste for the cigarette imagery at this point, I have to say this was an extremely well-put-together piece. This one definitely gets filed with the few poems you write that I'm forced to go, "damn. That was superb." Bravo.
This one seems different than other your poems I've red but it's still great. First, I liked the title very much, it's kind of sweet. You managed to express loneliness and longing, and it seems somehow quiet and peaceful (this probably doesn't make sense to you at all). "and how she made love to a cigarrette"- loved this line. I quit smoking few months ago and sometimes I need a cigarette. It wasn't just an ugly habit, fot me it was much more. Anyway, beautiful poem.
damn boy this is wonderful john...the loneliness and the yearning for her...i love the cup is half empty line...it can be read two diffrent ways...then the second stanza stating you want more of coffee sex sugar and cigarettes...then the third stana telling us your alone...no longer with this person...the second stanza a memory a person you still yearn for...and then the fourth stanza to me is awesome...how it explains the mystery of the second...were no longer wondering excactly...why you miss these things...my favorites being the coffee breast line and the line about her making love to her cigarette...this stanza is wonderful...then the very last stanza...realizing your alone ...this person isn't there ...you still have to sleep alone...another friday night ...day dreaming waiting yearning for someone...i love this so much...its defently going to my favs list...ange
I love how you got off on her smoking a cigarette. What was growing through your mind when she smoked. You could sell that concept to the fag ad company lol. The loneliness poured out at me. Well written in good tone...wonderful
this piece is fantastic! u have a way with creating sneaky imagery. many can relate to u sitting at the diner, thinking, like all humans do, and it's as if you're thoughts are just plain as day. the coffee cup is half empty...you are half empty...wanting more, wanting to be full again. excellent write, created a clear and lusting picture!
Hey there. Wow. I am adoring this. Very well written. This is one of the best written poems I've seen on here in a while. I don't see anything wrong with the flow of this, of course I tend to think in a sort of disjointed kind of way. (Blame it on the ADHD ha) Anyhoo...I loved it. I wouldn't change a thing. XOXO
Interesting...it's actually close to what I expected because of the title. I can't say that I really liked it, but at the same time I can't say that I don't like it. I think I will read more of your stuff, it's original, insightful, and makes a person think a little.
i immediately chose to read this because im such a coffee junkie...but i was unexpectedly misled by your title...and i like it. the first stanza seems innocent enough but as you read on you realise that the poet craves a different kind of fix. i liked the dual symbolism of 'just enough heat for one stool,' relating to both the setting and the poet's thoughts. i like what you did with the 4th stanza in relation to the 2nd, i thought that was subtle and original. It was short and with its own flavour (though the complete lack of punctuation unconsciously irritated me a bit) but it was satisfying, much like a short espresso. you captured a sense of solitude and craving nicely.
heh heh...this is sad and lonely sap-Kerouac style, so i have to say i like it...i am not laughing at ya, now worries!
its wonderful, esp. the image of the girls' skin beign coffee-colored...no one writes about inter-race stuff and has balls enough by mentioning skin...its so...naked and captivating and people are scared of it...what the hell, you went for it, and well done indeed. i love it! ~april
just enough heat for one stool... that line killed me and i quite dont know why. im not understanding why ive not read this before but anyways...
i really like the way this has the potential to double back on itself... like how in a piece of written music how theres the repeat part... so you go back to the coda or something (theory was never my strong point... i just play by ear...) its like the last line... wanting more... almost BEGS! to go back up to the second stanza
Wanting more Coffee Sugar Sex Cigarrettes
and it could almost keep repeating over and over like a scratched record perhaps... but not in a repetitive annoying way but more of a youve quite forgotten your still talking/thinking about it... do you follow me at all...?
anyways... yeah... another great write! i very like it!