Two People Sitting at a Table

Ms. Haiku
Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,389
edited January 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I suck at writing about two people sitting at a table. Here is a place where we can write our best about two people sitting at a table. I don't have my poem in my mind, yet, but maybe we can inspire each other with our works. What do you think? - Have at it!
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,389
    two girls at a table
    Sunday afternoon
    waiting for their parents
    to come back from antique shopping

    a chocolate milk is spilled
    and just as quickly mopped up
    with practiced little hands
    all four of them.

    two girls at a table
    share the same glass of chocolate milk
    with practiced hands
    they give with the left
    and receive with the right
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    I can picture three scenes at least...

    in a library reading
    in a park for a picnic
    and maybe a kitchen table with newspapers and coffee

    I like your little girls drinking chocolate milk too!!! :)
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  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    the slurping sound of the drowning bowl,
    dominates the scene,
    as brother to another,
    chops his meaty teeth,
    dominated, castigated,
    dissipated and dried on the table
    is drooled milk puddle,
    a sugared mess all crusted -
    for someone else to clean.
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • sistanumsy
    sistanumsy Posts: 218
    One would be you
    and the other me.
    Sitting thankfully,
    the aroma a roast.
    Together we dine
    "to us" our wine.
    Trying to withstand
    each others delight.
    Across the table
    a quiet house.
    No fretting allowed
    just simple, concise.
    Beautiful and lovely
    Just you and me.
    K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    sistanumsy wrote:
    One would be you
    and the other me.
    Sitting thankfully,
    the aroma a roast.
    Together we dine
    "to us" our wine.
    Trying to withstand
    each others delight.
    Across the table
    a quiet house.
    No fretting allowed
    just simple, concise.
    Beautiful and lovely
    Just you and me.

    that's beautiful. honestly beautiful.
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    sistanumsy wrote:
    One would be you
    and the other me.
    Sitting thankfully,
    the aroma a roast.
    Together we dine
    "to us" our wine.
    Trying to withstand
    each others delight.
    Across the table
    a quiet house.
    No fretting allowed
    just simple, concise.
    Beautiful and lovely
    Just you and me.

    I absolutely adore this one!! :)

    "Trying to withstand each others delight"
    (You really capture the feeling of being so happy you could burst!)
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  • Buru
    Buru Posts: 8,473
    A table that seats four
    But only two occupy
    In presence
    An abyss cut from life,
    Made flat and shaped
    To separate lives.
    Two separate lives
    Around a table,
    Contact severed
    As mash and gravy
    Are passed over.
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    A seven-year-old cheeky, winks with spit and missing teeth at brothers, beautiful and blonde and sharing waffles 'cross the wood (varnish, streaking from the scrubbies and hot soap Mom uses. Clean and tidy. Hide the mighty.). He wakes her bane, and sleeps her bane, and shall until they reach their twenties. In between, they share the toast and spit through missing teeth.

    (Mom boasts rich pride like pomegranates.)
  • sistanumsy
    sistanumsy Posts: 218
    I haven't heard from you for a while.:0
    K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.

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