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David Barnes

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in the twinkling of an eye

 

a young couple enter the sidewalk cafe

sit; begin wiping wet hair

from their faces, and eyes; they order.

cappuccino’s pervades the air. 

 

   “on impulse, their

        damp fingers, become entwined.”

     

as poets, we

long for inspiration, to put pen to paper:

we observe; let possibilities roll, like,

 

like pebbles down a slope;

 

now and then

the mental pebbles comes to rest

bringing naught;

 

per chance’

the muse hovers, strikes,

a revelation unlocks;

 

   “in a flash, words come; we scribbled

                        on any scrap of paper, or coaster to hand.”

 

I do not know what

what I would have done, had I not captured 

the photo’ inspired, by an everyday

café scene:

 

my coffee forgotten

scrawled words leave me with a cold cuppa 

Cappuccino.

 

 

in hospice -

 

Flesh asleep twists, wrestling

winding-sheet whiteness, darkness

invaded cells,

shrouded flesh ignites

stark mental images,

 

nothingness glides …

 

cold, damp,

soaked in fabric,

anesthetized,

clasped

to lightlessness;

 

a trance alone.

lost to the world, immersed

in nights existence,

within

Phantasmal sheets of flesh:

 

feigned reality,

twinned in night's illusions,

corridors-winding, through

images within a mind...

 

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