SF (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

A Scent Of Coffee

The moon has interlocked the night in glass.
Trees are no more than dark designs on grass.
The mood of music opens like a flower.
A scent of coffee validates the hour.

One wonders how two shadows can embrace.
For after all, time leaves so little space.
Only the smallest whisper of a word,
Makes old friends know emotion has been heard.

The landscape is a poem memorized,
A fey tune only captured by still eyes.
The light diversified by windowpanes
Diminishes, it may not come again.

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Comments (40)

I really enjoyed reading this poem. I came upon the title of the poem expecting something completely different but I certaintly wasn't disappointed. Beautiful imagery, atmosphere and diction.
scent of coffee validates the hour- Sandra you have perfect command over iambic pentameter, and create amazing lyrical poetry with your beautiful imagery. night fall, moon, shadows, reflecting over relationships- you have created an ambience- serene, quiet- just right for reflection. as always a pleasure to read and learn from, the craft of writing a poem. Regards Mamta
a beautiful poem touched my favorite scent..coffee scent...loved it..10+++
Beautiful poem on a scent of coffee. With your magical imageries and affluent imagination, you have transformed it to an excellent piece! Love it with 10+++
A stunning write - the gems you continually pull out shine, no they sparkle with all that is you Sandra - thank you
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