Table By The Window

Written for:  Miz Quickly – THE WAITING ROOM

poetry reading


You have to wait. You and the others. What you’re waiting for, and with whom you’re hanging around, that’s up to you. Could be the Nobel Prize. Could be entry to Hell. Write about the wait or the room. The reason?

How about making this a prose poem? That doesn’t mean, you know, a prosy paragraph. Keep and use your poetic language, your devices of consonance and anaphora, your metaphors over the moon. I’m just absconding with your poetic line.

I wonder if you will notice
that table is set for three,
you, me, and he.  Same
chairs and table.  I daresay,
same bottle with withered
flower.  No more power
over you.  You have him,
and I am sure you must
be equals.  My wife
is gone three years
now.  You will probably
find me aged.  Rage is
but a soft shadow; I have
mellowed.  Ask my
students.  Are you curious
about why I asked you
both to come?  Maybe
you will not succumb
as you once did.  I wonder
if you will notice
that table is set
for three.



About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Table By The Window

  1. Jules says:

    Oh, a sad requiem… leaves us guessing.


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