Laughter of children and the dull clatter of small feet on aged wood. The congestion of men's voices with talk of crops, rain, and "remembering when". The faintly drowned out sound of a stray hand unafraid to tickle long unused ivory. There, the aroma of well-planned dishes lay in wait to ambush and overwhelm the senses of those who will partake. The pride of a husband as his wife is washed in praise for her contribution. A communion of kind souls, the fellowship of close neighbors and friends. A vision carried on from a not-so-distant past. Where one could marvel at the magic of a fond smile and find comfort in a firm handshake that wordlessly informs, "you are a welcome sight".
Categories:
potluck, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Come as you are!
Bring what you like.
A childhood favorite!
What you like to make
Memories of past repasts
Share yours, come together.
Expect some chaos, banter, disagreements.
Expect polite dislikes.
Revel in serendipity.
As such, these Potluck Repasts
Delight in no fuss sharing
Spontaneous togetherness
Connecting folks to share a meal.
Categories:
potluck, family, food, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
(Echo Sonnet)
Come waltz around the diner's hall with me
where scents of ginger pie can spice your lust
when you behold my sister's flaky crust
and slather pie with ample hunks of brie.
A dinner fraught with traps we can't foresee;
the pie you crave turns bitter as you chew,
its texture coats your tongue until you spew
and slather pie with ample hunks of brie.
The hostess, quick with cups of ginger tea
will pound your back and push you out the door
while I pretend you're one we must ignore
and slather pie with ample hunks of brie.
Come waltz around the diner's hall with me
and slather pie with ample hunks of brie.
Categories:
potluck, community, drink, food,
Form: Sonnet
Come waltz around the diner's hall with me
where scents of ginger pie can spice your lust
when you behold my sister's flaky crust
and slather pie with ample hunks of brie.
A dinner fraught with traps we can't foresee;
the pie you crave turns bitter as you chew,
its texture coats your tongue until you spew
and slather pie with ample hunks of brie.
The hostess, quick with cups of ginger tea
will pound your back and push you out the door
while I pretend you're one we must ignore
and slather pie with ample hunks of brie.
Come waltz around the diner's hall with me
and slather pie with ample hunks of brie.
Categories:
potluck,
Form: Sonnet
To share
be there
Inspired by Brian Strands You've Got Mail contest
Categories:
potluck, social
Form: Light Verse