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Observations "Poets in the Bookshop" evening

Knitting needles working feverishly
Time slips by without notice
Escaping through the woven web
Of wool and verse
Coffee cups await tender lips
And the bottle of wine swoons
In pleasure
As the poet, choreographs
Verbs, metaphors and phrases
Tirelessly
Hands on chins, the audience
Is entranced
In the corner
The guitar plays
Raindrops on window panes silently
I drench myself
And satiate poetry
Nothing else matters

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It was the last Poets in the bookshop evening before it was re-christened Poets in the Cafe. I sat there looking at people and what they were doing. I scribbled on a piece of paper and then yesterday the poem was born. Hope you like it

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©17 July 2012 - 10:05am — shazi
1 August 2012 - 5:36pm — emmenay
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I LOVE THIS POEM

Wow! Awesome! This is a poem I love...keep it up my friend...and may God Almighty bless you with full health, happiness and success here and in the hereafter too...Aameen/Amen.

Muhammad Naveed Ahmed.

Pen name:Emmenay.

Yahoo email ID:Ambitious7

Initials: M.N. Ahmed.