Photography ⋅ Graphic Art ⋅ Poetry
Sipping yesterday’s coffee
I’m reading last year’s paper
Waiting for a package at my door
Sun into night, and again
Sitting in a chair, thinking
I should rise from my seat, greet the floor
Times’ standing still in still life
Paintings of food on cold plates
As ghosts drift within dim planes of light
Prehistoric cave drawings
Move like art on wallpaper
Fading as a parcel comes to sight
© 2025 Phil Perkins
Waiting for the Sun, by The Doors (1970) – see lyrics here.
Very surreal, my darling man, and I absolutely love the ‘trippy’ feeling, … the whole ensemble, poem, graphic art and music, has made my day complete, … I’m now left wondering,…what’s in the package? … e ti mando tutto il mio amore, …❤️
Ah, my darling lady, it was indeed a ‘trip’ writing this poem, and, as always, a pleasure to share the ride with you, my collaborator in arms. Both in word and design, I find your presence divine. Il mio cuore appartiene a te, mia cara e anima gemella… ❤️
You are so talented, Phil. I really enjoyed this poem.
You’re a dear heart, Kymber, and I’m so glad you like it. Wishing you a splendid week ahead, my friend! 🙂
you’d best hurry to that door, Phil… we wouldn’t want yesterday’s coffee getting any colder 😋lol..
lovely imagery…🤍
Hahaha Yes, I’m on my way, dear Destiny ☕️ Thanks so much, and, given the proximity to Christmas, perhaps Santa’s arrived early 🤔 Have a great week ahead! ✨🤗
ah…the magic of Christmas may be closer than we know…💫
most welcome… 🤗🙏🤍
Move like art on the wallpaper… Excellent my friend. I love your poems!
Right on, Giannis & thank you!
Lovely, courage there dear Phil.
Thank you, dear Milu ~ have a great week ahead! 🤗
Thanks to you too. 😄
Love this poem. A cup of coffee that’s getting cold is surely kept warm by memories.
Thank you!
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