Cold coffee cups join the dots of silent hours
paper strewn like cast off thoughts
a whiskey glass with a lipstick kiss says goodnight to hope
As dark escapes across floodlit lawns
the day crashes in and the sun pans out to wake the dead
meat wagons round up the filtered human tide
The black washes clear and leaves only shale
yesterday now an ocean of lost opportunities
swirling away beyond all reach
Today is like a castaway
and what brought you here lies wrecked off shore
you light a fire and wait for rescue
Notes from life 
Nice poem David, melancholy, sombre, all the imagery a reader could want from a decent Poet. Good stuff.
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Some nice analogies David. Deep and mysterious like the coffee contemplation. I can’t activate the audio ….
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Thanks Mike and Ray, much appreciated. The audio appears to be working for me Ray, it may be something your end.
David
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Hi Ray, David, the audio is working fine with me guys. You may have to upgrade or reload your Flash Player Ray if it is not working. Just make sure you have the latest version Ray. Hope this helps.
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Thanks Mike, much obliged.
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Great blogg I enjoyed reading
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