Reading Man.

Goldfinch60

In the café once more,

Sitting drinking our coffee,

I saw him

Just sitting in the corner,

That man.

He was reading,

Minding his own business,

But he was obviously lost,

Lost in that book.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 24th, 2017 02:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: Another poem I wrote in the cafe when I saw this man reading a book. I wrote it and gave it to him. He was bemused.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 26
  • Users favorite of this poem: Michael Edwards
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  • burning-embers

    Sadly, the world is not always ready for our work.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you b-e, we can but try.

    • FredPeyer

      I do like this one Goldfinch. You don't know how many times I was that man!

      • Goldfinch60

        Yes, I could have been that man as well. Thank you Fred.

      • Michael Edwards

        Sadly not many seem to 'get' poetry - well I do and I love this piece of work

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Michael, much appreciated.

        • Louis Gibbs

          A good book is a great place to get lost in. We've all been to that place. Your poem paints an easily-relatable picture, thanks for sharing.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Louis. Yes I ahve often become lost in a book.

          • Jooles

            Aw I love the fact you gave him the poem....such a bold move....love it

            • Goldfinch60

              Thanks Jooles. I have done it a few times but about children and their mothers, they are much more receptive if you write about their offspring.

              • Jooles

                Yeah I have z friend who always puts the most awsome one liners on instagram. She posted a pic of her daughter with ....she colours my world. Well...I thought...that's a poem waiting to happen. So a poem I wrote about her little girl including said phrase. She loved it so much she's getting it professionally printed for her room. One of those warm fuzzy moments so I understand where you coming from 😊



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