Rain drops in our coffee 跟着喝咖啡

Rain drops in our coffee

We bid farewell on a rainy day,
at Cafe de la Rotonde we frequent.
Underneath one umbrella we gaze at the ashtray
through its shiny surface we see  bent and dent.
A moment we are flooded with words to say,
but our tongues fail us motionless and silent.
Upon a gust rain goes sideway,
into our cold coffee it descends.
So we finish our coffee in the rain,
that tastes like warm, bitter, and salty grains.

May 2019, love   
 

Likes: Debosmita Saha, Ali Tajmir-Riahi, Jenny Middleton

Jenny Middleton - I love the visual images you create in this poem. Thanks for sharing it.

 

Ali Tajmir-Riahi - Keep writing inspiring

 

Debosmita Saha - With your words and emotions you took me to "Cafe de la Rotonde" and made my heart feel the sweet setting . This poem is so well written .

浪漫，怪味，咖啡！

温的，苦的，咸的，好像还有眼泪。。。。

“A moment ”，很伍尔夫。

+100

+100

I don't know much about poetry, but I know this much: tasty.

A sidewalk café like this one would make my day.

You don't mind raining on your coffee, do you?

Let the rain taste like coffee then.

What if I rain on your parade?

You're such an idiom person. Bring it on!

I'll bring you an umbrella.

That sounds like a gentleman to me.

I am, am I not? The poet is a gentleman, too.

I never doubt it.

Viva Paris!

吃过怪味豆吗？蚕豆做的，挺好吃的

百味咖啡？

Virginia Woolf？flattered, her prose is poetic

thanks! what did you taste?

a lovely conversation, long live this conversation