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The Invitation

I will be at the cafe across from the pier with a coffee and a buttery croissant. I have kept a place for you, a sunlit table and prepared a view with small boats moored in a mirrored calm, birds wading the shallows and clouds drifting across a tinted morning sky. Too deep in your silence, I know you will not come but I shall wait here on the other side of the page, words away, yet near

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Deb M

Date: 5/17/2025 3:51:00 PM

I will be there soon my friend!! I will have a Latte and vanilla slice please.... look forward to seeing you Haha!!! Debx

Paul Willason
Date: 5/20/2025 2:56:00 PM

Ordered, ready and waiting Deb. The vanilla slice gives away your Aussie tastes...on cold mornings something warm ?....na "snot block" the go.... Cheers my friend.

Lin Lane

Date: 5/17/2025 3:43:00 PM

Paul, when something seems to be over… a race, movie, relationship… I often say, “Turn the page.“ But your suggestion puts you only fingertips away from what you seek. That’s a lovely thought.

Paul Willason
Date: 5/20/2025 2:50:00 PM

Thanks Lin....I have an odd sense of perspective....pleased that the poem conveyed a novel thought. This one has a few layers, the question centres on who is the speaker. Can be taken as an invitation to another person or a conversation with the self, ie the poet addressing part of the self. Not sure..as is often the case, poems write themselves sometimes. Cheers dear Lin.