The start of a song

Stained coffee cups
Conversations that drank them up
Time ran fast in the shadow
You could see it in the afterglow.

Standing under the streetlight
Pure white snow fell from the dark night
Words spoken in a hushed whisper
Stars, thoughts and life poured from her.

Comments

Anonymous said…
'Stars, thoughts and life poured from her' - excellent line!! i love the poem.

anna
2:53 AM
Anonymous said…
Who's the inspiration????
8:59 PM
Sporadic Nomadic said…
Thanks Anna for the comment. It was the start of a song, but just as quickly as the inspiration came it ended. The song is unfinished. Do you care to finish it for me?

Cel
9:06 AM
Sporadic Nomadic said…
"Who's the inspiration?" A David Gray song, a friend, a good cup of tea, a rain storm outside my window, and a dream I once had.
9:10 AM
Anonymous said…
Wow - thanks for the vote of confidence. no promises but just maybe. not sure if the mood will match. Anna
11:45 PM
Sporadic Nomadic said…
Anna, You write a few lines and I'll write a few...let's see what we come up with.

Cheers,
cel
6:49 AM
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