Two People Sitting at a Table
Ms. Haiku
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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!
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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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
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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!!!
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.
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
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.
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
I absolutely adore this one!!
"Trying to withstand each others delight"
(You really capture the feeling of being so happy you could burst!)
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.
(Mom boasts rich pride like pomegranates.)