Un café bombón

Un café bombón (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Such gentle words
Rippling like smoke
Against a rainy windowpane
I remember your face
Angled as you turned
To see the door open
And all the past return
Scattered like debris on the café floor

You pressed me for
A resolution or an answer
As the wind outside beat rhythm
With the sleet swept streets
You said ‘all we have of history
Is but our fractured memories
So let them go and come to me’
Unaware of your own poetry

The coffee dark and bitter
Resolved itself with chocolate slices
On trembling lips
And in that moment I would have yielded
To your wonderful persuasion
But the choice of time, location
Drew my eyes outside
To a tempest
And I knew
This was only but a mirror
But a promise of you

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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11 Responses to Persuasion

  1. I read this poem Helen thinking there was promise within it until the end and that sad conclusive line. Very engaging as always.

  2. How lovely but the sadness I believe is a lesson for you which brings about this depth of words that is felt in your soul and conveyed to us all and that my friend is lovely! 🙂 Hugs to you

  3. You blow my mind Helen that last stanza is absolutely stunning! Wow =)

  4. And in the moment I would have yielded, beautiful, Thanks for a nice read

  5. Aquileana says:

    Great poem… the last verses are really stunning…
    Congratulations on your writing, Cheers Aquileana 😉

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