SITTING OUTSIDE THE CAFE

Siting out side the cafe , drinking tea
The day is worm , becoming , warmer
Temperature heading up woulds
Sure going to be a Scotcha

Some one sits close bye at a close by table
Starts talking , as is now normal
Listening as I do , scourge the talker
To talk away , that I was listening
That The Talker , know I was interested
In what The talker was saying

While sat outside The Cafe , I hear it all
Life , as others live it , for the time I am listening
I become a part the life of The talker
Got used now to drinking lukewarm tea
So as the listener , thats , me
Is listening

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith





Poetry by ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-08-07 at 23:47

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Makes me think of my stints sitting in a coffee shop just observing and listening to the world around me... inside the shop, outside on the street... your words here were most pleasant and spoke to me of times when I was in that type of situation... There's much to take in of what goes on around outside of ourselves, this demonstrates that feeling very well, I think :) *hugs* xx
2014-08-11


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A good poem with a great final line.
2014-08-08


Bob
Keep it up Ken!
2014-08-08


Nabeela Altaf
Every person is not an individual but has a world of his own. You listened and you became a part of that world. Listen away mate! It's better than talking :))
2014-08-08



A good listener is hard to find and a welcome person for the burdened souls. I enjoyed this.
2014-08-08