Come Sit Next To Me by Kristina WoodhillLook for me
Wandering through long table rows
Shoulders brush, spontaneous eager people
Adorned in posh white garb
Embellished in elegance, head to toe
Dîner en blanc
Dîner en plein air
Carrying, toting, pulling
Carefully packed dinner wares
Tables, bottles of their best aged vino,
Cheese, light-weight fold-out chairs
Bons amis en blanc
Paris, New York, Phily all steaked out with flair
Word stranger or non inconceivable there
Looking for you
Finding our assigned seating row
Edge to edge tables bump and greet
Excitement elevates a vos santés, spirits flow
You promised the most wonderful verse for dessert
While we pour from my most generous bottle of rhyme
10/03/2013
Author's Note: Diner en Blanc
Posted on 10/03/2013 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by George Hoerner on 10/04/13 at 02:12 AM I like it lady. |
Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/04/13 at 03:46 AM lovely, loved the last two lines |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/09/13 at 03:30 PM Culinary ecstasy, nicely mixed with romance, Kris. |
Posted by Uriel Tovar on 10/23/13 at 06:49 PM i've always wanted to do one of these. this poems beautifully puts how i imagines one would be. |
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