Short Tablecloths Poems
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Picnic
Button-ups and tablecloths
lay it down and see it through
Just when you thought it was said and done
He’s going hoody- over you
2012
velvet draperies
gold victorian brocade
showroom opulence
touches of crystal
gorgeous furnishings
an antique mirror
linen tablecloths
succulent meat fragrances
exquisite dining
lavender umbrellas
floral teacups
fancy china plates
muffled conversations
dainty berry scones
crisp white doilies
shy looks
wedge of brie
cucumber sandwiches
tiny titters
chocolate truffles
crisp linen tablecloths
caramel lattes
fragrance of the gods
Paris Cafe
The Laundry Room
Aprons folded flat, tablecloths left lying on their back,
Black patent baby shoes piled in a stack
Against the tower of towels needed for a bath.
Dusty duvets rolled out of use
Toilet mats, underwear , socks all loose.
An ironing board, stands full of abuse
The sadness I feel is so profuse.
When wrinkles settle in the skin
There's not much you can do,
For even Botox rarely makes
Your skin look smooth and new.
But when your clothes or tablecloths
Get wrinkled from the dryer,
An iron helps to make them look
Like textiles to admire.
If I've a choice or wrinkly
Or not, right off the bat,
I'll tell you I like irony -
No irony in that!
My grandma did embroidery
And several things she did for me.
Her tablecloths (I have a few)
On holidays must get their due.
Each cross-stitch, sewn by her own hand,
As needles followed her command,
Is neat and perfectly aligned,
Her handiwork and heart entwined.
My table’s set, her cloth in place
And so tonight I will embrace
Her love that I can draw upon
From every stitch, though she is gone.
Listen to poem:
furniture made of
cardboard boxes
enhanced with
tablecloths and towels
it was all i could afford
i ate rice with corn niblets
holding out till payday
i made do with what i had
worked hard for all i earned
and i was proud
it was my first apartment
i was young
things would get better
it was spring
and good times
around the corner
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TO BE YOUNG AGAIN~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
I watched a sparrow on the ground
With an insistent tweet.
Another bird flew over,
Bringing her a bite to eat.
This ritual repeated,
With some crumbs from beak to beak.
I Googled this behavior and
I learned I’d had a peek
At a fine display of courtship,
Not so different from our own.
Without the wine and tablecloths,
A seed had still been sown.
I guess it’s universal -
When it comes to pitching woo,
The sharing of a meal is what
Most couples tend to do.