Autumn leaves have begun to fall.
Late October London is ablaze in hues of orange and purple.
On my bench by the river I daydream that I am an adolescent
reptile escaped from Kafka’s Die Verwanlung,
laid back basking in the sun.

The air is layered in heavy cologne but men don’t interest me now.
I am content to casually observe.
To my advantage I know all about them
while they know so little about me.

Thinking of you against my wishes, dying a little,
dead all the sweet hope of dreams never realized
I imagine my earthly body padded, sat beside yours on a grassy knoll
to breathe in the scent of lilac and the mossy green River Delta.

In the dark I am nude but for a shadow across my torso.
You are so near and to distract my self from this burning desire
I let my thoughts linger among the lines of Roethe’s “In A Dark Time”.

Years pass and by chance we meet at the sad cafe. I sway in your arms like a fragile birch in an autumn tempest. The halo of my eyes glisten recalling how we gave away what we never really had. We hold each other knowing that love has died and we with it.

135 thoughts on “The Sad Cafe

          1. My goodness Holly, you have the most exquisite way with words. AND not always the same either. This piece is more stripped down in terns of simplicity–and that is right in terms of the subject matter– but it speaks oceans.

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    1. Thank you Mr. W, I googled The novelette you referenced. I’m not familiar with McCullers, apparently a writer of early American Pioneer genre. I’m a little busy to search out competitions, just scribbling.

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      1. WHAT!? Sorry, oooh you don’t know Carson McCullers? Well it’s an odd little novella. I wouldn’t call it priority reading. If you want odd stuff well, you know, my blog does that DAY IN… DAY OUT.

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          1. Charlie that’s so sweet , you are a gem! You will most certainly be hearing from me , you’ve yet to let me down with your amazing choices and nostalgia is one of my favorite pastimes. 😊 Thank you Charlie, you’re the best!

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  1. I really love how this exquisite poem connects with the darkness of Kafka and Roethe. The speaker takes us from her retreated space in London by the river, transformed into a figurative reptile, into the shadows within darkness, a melancholy of her past where intimacy still lies stillborn in memory. I can’t be sure if the two lovers actually meet or the speaker finds a way to revisit her lost love among the shadows in her darkness. Tragic, noir, and beautifully rendered.

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          1. That light at HoH is a welcome beacon in the wilderness, a bright star like an oasis under a hot sun. The nights have been clear and cool for the most part and the days a lesson in why siesta is important in the noonday heat. The stars at night and the moon before sunrise make planet living a blessing for the soul.

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          2. This seems like the perfect time of year for outdoor adventures. The skies have been so clear at night. We are expecting a cold wave next week, we’re excited. I know it will be brief but hopefully it will clear out the love bugs , they’ve been horrendous this year. Have fun be careful!

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          3. Yesterday was another scorcher here. I can’t control my joyful expectations of the cooler temperatures. Fall is my spring where I come alive and winter is my time to put the miles behind me. Oh those love bugs! I can remember the daily scrubbing of the car to keep those sacrificed in mid-kiss from stripping off the paint and clogging the radiator. It was an exercise in futility. Disagreeable labor, unending until fall, which appears to be late this year. My inspirations are perculating again. There are little sprouts of thought emerging. I’m excited to see if some worthy creativity is born in the cooler winds. 😊🍁

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          4. Same here Dan. I am so looking forward to the cold wave they are promising us. It’s been consistently in the 90’s, thank gods for the sea breeze it doesn’t seem to bother the Love Bugs though. Keep me posted on your adventures. 🍂🍁😊

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  2. Amazing detail, her memories to moments and your beautiful painting of each crafted word gives this cafe life. You bring your readers into an amazingly real atmosphere that touches the heart. Wonderful writing Rene.🌹❤️

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  3. I cannot add more than has already been said Holly. Your words so eloquently express in this and other poems our emotional journeys we have all taken at one time or another.
    You always find such beautiful expressions.
    Excellent 💕🤗

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