Ink-Stained Melodies
In the haven of a coffee shop’s embrace I seek solace from the worldly strife, where fragrant whispers interlace, a poet’s refuge, a…
a poem
In the haven of a coffee shop’s embrace
I seek solace from the worldly strife,
where fragrant whispers interlace,
a poet’s refuge, a canvas for life.
Cloaked in mystery’s gentle guise
blank pages yearn for tales untold.
With fingers poised, ink-stained melodies arise
when emotions dance and hearts unfold.
With starlit eyes, I perceive the mundane
in verses woven, to capture the essence,
the ordinary transformed, beauty’s domain,
melancholy, joy, love’s luminescence.
From lover’s touch to children’s laughter,
I distill life’s hues into lines that gleam.
Footsteps soft, old memories thereafter
inviting souls to dream within the unseen.
Doubt, a lingering shadow, whispers its tale.
I write, embracing vulnerability’s plea,
yet passion burns, refusing to pale,
baring my soul, setting my spirit free.
In the circle of wordsmiths, kindred souls
applaud and critique our shared communion.
Together we weave stories, our art extols
in revolution’s flames, we find our union.