Lost Worries.

Goldfinch60



Sitting on my own

Drinking my coffee,

Engrossed in my feelings of life,

I looked up.

There across the room

Sitting quietly in the corner,

The corner of the coffee house

Was a lady reading,

Reading a book.

She was so engrossed,

So wonderful to see

As it was doing to her

What it does for me.

Reading takes you away

To a different place,

Where your own worries

Do not exist.

 

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2021 02:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this while sitting in my coffee house yesterday morning, I saw this lady reading a book. I walked over and gave her a copy of the poem.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    Good write Gold.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Orchi.

    • Vamsi Sudha

      Reading indeed engrosses our Soul in, devoid of worries !! Good one !!

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Vamsi, it certainly does. I finished reading a book at about o'clock this morning that had totally engrossed me.

        Andy

      • Neville


        what can one say except well observed my friend and of course, read on .............................. Neville

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Neville, much appreciated.

          Andy

        • dusk arising

          The people watching poems you write bring up all kinds of subjects. How brave you are to present your writing to strangers. I would be afraid that it would be seen as a chat-up tecnique in the circumstance you describe with a lady alone.
          For me reading has become a luxury reserved now for liesure times away from home now. I started a Grisham novel in hospital but it remains half read. Roll on nicer weather and days out in the car with a peaceful read.

          • Goldfinch60

            I have given poems to people very often, I wrote one once for a group of people going to the Cheltenham horse racing who had stopped in for a coffee, they enjoyed it.
            Reading I can get hooked on. When I read The Day of the Jackal I read it in one go, finished it about 3 in the morning, it was the only book I have read in one go.

            Andy

          • Nicholas Browning

            What a nice gesture. I hope she enjoyed it as much as we did.

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Nicholas, so do I. I have done it many times in the passed and most enjoy my writing for them.

              Andy

            • Garth Rakumakoe

              Absolutely. I couldnt agree more with the sentiment expressed. A mind escape, reading is!

              • Goldfinch60

                Thankyou Garth, it certainly is a mind release.

                Andy

              • spilleronsheet

                A bookaholic I am
                So true you describe the addiction stored
                While the lady was reading a book
                You surely were reading a life book
                And a reader and poet is a wonderful combination
                It adds to intuition of people
                I wonder what was the lady’s reaction to the poetry of yours

                • Goldfinch60

                  Thank you spilleronsheet, I have often written poems for people in the coffee house and given them to the people and most comment, this lady unfortunately did not.

                  Andy

                  • spilleronsheet

                    Ohhh
                    What a wonderful sight
                    What a wonderful time
                    To be gifted a poetry
                    I wish I could be in that coffee shop then

                  • Thekkinkkattil

                    You are a master Andy. It would have been a shock for her and also a nice feeling to know that her reading has inspired the poet in you.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Thank you tkkkk, I often write poems about what I see in everyday life.

                      Andy



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