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Soiree

by JD Clay

 

I lit the candles on the table set for two

In front of the warm crackling fire

Ravels’ Bolero soft

Dom chilled

Scent of gardenia

 

Dinner at eight

She phones at nine

Hello?

What do you mean you’re not coming?

What do you mean never?

 

Not two minutes later

I felt like the loneliest man that ever lived

I pulled the black tie from my tuxedo and

Popped the cork

Opened the back door and greeted my best friend

 

I never knew how much Golden Retrievers

Liked champagne until then

The two of us sat in front of the fire all evening

Eating

Caviar and Milk Bones

 

 

~ jadi

06/07/2003

Author's Note: Previously published in the Swamp.

Posted on 06/07/2003
Copyright © 2024 JD Clay

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rommel Cruz on 06/07/03 at 02:08 PM

hmm, you posted this already before right?

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/08/03 at 12:39 AM

What happened JD? Some glitch in the reprogramming. It is POTD for June 7 as far as I am concerned! :) I agree with Maria!

Posted by Alex Smyth on 06/08/03 at 02:12 PM

Thanks for putting this one back on, my Spaniel and I loved it! Congratulations on POTD!

Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 06/08/03 at 02:25 PM

I don't know what happened with POTD either, JD - did you pull it from consideration? Maybe the font kicked it out somehow. Anyway, it's a fine, bittersweet, ultimately amusing piece.... d:-)

Posted by David R Spellman on 06/08/03 at 06:04 PM

Don't mind reading this one again, that's for sure! So, how do milk bones taste with champagne?

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 06/09/03 at 03:11 AM

Good to read again Jadi....Charlie

Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/09/03 at 03:28 AM

I enjoyed this piece. I don't have a dog... but my cat enjoys Corona. Well written.

Posted by Kate Demeree on 06/11/03 at 01:06 PM

*smiling* I think this is one of my favorite poems. I lost my dog about a year ago, they are such great company and consolation that not a day goes by without my missing him. I wonder why we don't give that kind of unconditional love as freely as they do.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/11/03 at 08:16 PM

Pulls the heart strings. The image of you in your tux and and your loyal friend in his gold is poignant and beautiful. The poem is so evocative and makes me glad I could stand off in the shadows and observe. Well done, my friend.

Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 06/12/03 at 12:48 PM

I have two "best-friends" who vie for the opportunity to be the one to keep me company... makes it very difficult to be alone sometimes, but I'm never lonely when they are around. Beautiful, I like the turn of events and the (to me) upbeat ending of the poem.

Posted by Mara Meade on 06/12/03 at 01:01 PM

Yes, its good to read this one again! I so enjoy the way you can take a situation that could break a heart and find something to laugh about. "If you can laugh at it, you can live with it."

Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 06/17/03 at 05:30 PM

Hey, skip the dames, go right to the last stanza and you'll live a lot longer..you'll also have brighter teeth and a fluffier coat! (chuckle) - RCat

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/25/03 at 06:59 AM

Golden retrivers are quite possibly the post loyal entity on earth. I always knew I had at least one male I could always turn to when my dog was still around!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/12/03 at 12:50 PM

as a rose is a rose is a rose, a date is a date is a dog.

Posted by Agnes Eva on 12/12/03 at 05:09 PM

this is one of my favorite poems ever. the special comraderie of man and dog, though love interests may come and go. so beautiful and warmly rendered

Posted by Maria Massarella on 11/06/07 at 11:11 AM

The scenario is romantic dream ... the warm sparkles of elegance - the crackling fire - Bolero soft and gardenia scents take me there to step inside a dream. Oh! then am drawn into your heart by the phone call my heart sipping the loneliness knowing it mine. Silent my being reaches out to whispertouch. In the sadness of acknowledging the 'never' of so magical an evening glows your best friend the Golden Retriever sharing the Dom. A Soirée that lingers ever after it has been absorbed in life as in your poem ... I recall when in my morning it was POTD - how it evanesced from the homepage and 'unhappened' like the soireé, yet was then quietly shared here with friends who entered to visit you. I love this poem Jadi. Never has an 'unhappened' encounter been poeticized in such beautiful ways - nor retriever been more golden. Grazie ...*m.a

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