Karma Dancing With Shadows
This corner of the world is mine where I come to write, claim my independence, feel, think and write what's on my mind in the hopes that sharing experiences of being the daughter of a Narcissist can help others who are dealing with and overcoming the obstacles to regaining true emotional freedom.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Coffeehouse Cool
Grinding grooves
percolate cool and eclectic,
I'm bathed in silent musings,
its backbeat raises the temp,
below hushed conversations
as ambience shadow faces
bronze copper moons.
one customer passionately
scribbles on a napkin,
could be the next great novel
or a shopping list.
Across the room a guy
goes 80 words a minute
the wind behind him
pushing at a solution
perhaps, to global warming
In a dim corner
Venus squares Mars-
no space left on the moon
they claim their place in heaven
while an empty table sits one
lone newspaper, folded
& sectioned, an unfinished crossword,
6-across-blank; pages of poems,
a pen & pad, scratched notes
crafted of sticky-sweet missives.
In this late hour the room swirls
with Mingus, a brand of grit,
an aural fury slicing
boundless through the air
into dark, sweet oblivion
between sips
of lattes and cappuccinos,
as emotions loosen
like stranded pearls,
fingers burn with fever.
-karma
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Dancing with Shadows
- Karma
- a mix of 'tude...fortitude, solitude and attitude. I have an unhealthy addiction to intelligent, free-thinkers, red vine licorice, vitamin water, raw carrots and sitting on my back porch with a good book becoming one with nature
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