24 Poems: “The Dinner Party”
Leftovers
We all stood in wide circle
The last toast of champagne
The evening went as quickly
As the teasing champagne
I helped with the jackets
And offered Tupperwared portions
And any wine
That was sitting in unconquered portions
I walked out to the driveway
With the satiated company
For the goodbye waves
As they drove away from my company
But there was no loneliness
Just joy
A reflection of thankfulness
The most fulfilling kind of joy
I knew something was forgotten
There always is, I was aware
And I saw a silk scarf
On a now lonesome chair, so unaware
DeaBeePea 6-27-20
This poem leaves me breathless with possibility. You use the scarf as a great hook to leave us wondering. Your narrative is delightful, and your word choices (Tupperwared!) superb. I love the way you reuse a word but set it in contrast to the first meeting. Maybe this was a prompt i missed, and you succeded!
Love this one David…I love the title and how tie it together with the scarf – no pun intended 🙂