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.
