An invite to a party

 

Each guest will bring

A poetry book to read

To a garden party

Brimming with roses & tomatoes

Smell of peonies, spice of citrus

We will listen to each guest

Read the words

Of dead poets

Of living poets

Their own poems in draft format

It does not matter

This is not a euology

But a banquet of imagery & paradox 

Amidst tea cups and wine glasses

A valley grows with pear & apple trees

A cloud storm erupts with sunflower seeds

A lake shimmers with bluest of blues

We voice each spoken word with vibrancy

of buzzing bees

We will each have our turn 

with word salad, 

soup of alliterations,

and generous helpings of hyperbole

then, we will enjoy the dessert of 

exquisite haiku from Basho and Issa

Then each guest will select a book

from my bookshelves

or exchange poetry books with each other

To bring to their home

What a fun merry-go-round of books it will be!

The books will outlast us

eventually

At 6pm, the party will end

No goodbyes will be said

Only see you at the next one

On the way out, each guest

will receive  

thank you note with

my unfinished poem:

Twilight glows vivid violet & red-orange

“A certain butterfly is already on the wing.”

Quote:

• “A certain butterfly is already on the wing.” Vladimir Nabokov

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Words of Departure, Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.  Join us when the virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST.   Thank you.