Best Tablecloth Poems

I washed my white lace tablecloth and hung it out to dry
The bleach did the best it could-it was worth the try
'Though no one else...

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nascent 
     dawn appears
kaleidoscope 
 of 
color
  midnight 
    sighs 
      ...

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Beholding aspirations of the marigold sky I sailed
As hushed purple dawn was rising above the bay
Glinting platinum hued tides bouncing off the quay 
While the...

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A dusk, a glazed verandah, it's just rained,
a smell of lilac, earthworms and wet earth,
an awkward silence - the confusion chained
my tongue: “What if she’ll...

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Waking up, in a light gray four poster bed.
With flowers and ribbons, painted
on the ceiling above my head.
.
Satin slippers and a robe, so soft.
A young...

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trees              sobbing,
          ...

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Unyielding stone, the furniture
au naturel, no dress lace tablecloth
concealing ants scavenging our picnic lunch. Loathe
are we to flick them while they steal our cheese and...

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Where will the circus fall, 
leaving giraffes homeless,
as pitched tents get pitched
and sideshow freaks 
become the norm,
guessing someone’s weight
who doesn’t care

When the sun sets
tablecloth desires
on...

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Des Nuits d'Amour
 

A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the 
starry night that I can...

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We played 
Scrabble until the word Bali came up-
and you were gone.

That night
your pillow
smelled of ocean breezes, coconut and
heliconia.
When you came back-
I want to be...

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Yesterday was a miracle day,
We had a beautiful luncheon with friends.

A beautiful carnation was given to the mothers,
To celebrate the day.

A table was set with...

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Joy dances in even to the bereft
She cracks my frown with a tango
Then she leaves my house swept

Joy is a hummingbird trapped indoors
Her iridescence lights...

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Recalling being age seven, at breakfast around 
the white, oval wood kitchen table.
Sitting on a telephone book so as to reach the 
table, I was...

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Poetry Valley




A fresh glass  of orange juice,squeezed.
My partner, the chef with an apron of red.
This day, a tablecloth, dark blue.
Shiny, lovely, cobalt blue plates,...

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