Wednesday, December 26, 2007

THE GUEST

alone at dinner
knife and fork click
peas ramble plate
ice tinks glass

the weather’s cold
we’ve had snow
will this winter be as long as the last

I’ve built a snowman with my mashed potatoes
a shave of carrot for the nose
alone at dinner
these things happen

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2 Responses to “”

  1. janetleigh said

    The last stanza just gets to me, quidam58. It took me by surprise; the title is perfect. You captured aloneness and longing for human contact in such an unusual way. Love it..:)

  2. Mark said

    Reminds me of growing up in the northeast usa, long cold winters. Beautiful poem. One of your finest.

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