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Dinner Theater
by
Carl Palmer


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into the menu smiling
cheeks reflect candlelit
white tablecloth islands
amid the carpeted scurry
of busboys and waiters
in the backdrop of our night
 
tinkling laughter and ice cubes
accompany depths of conversation
overheard  yet unheard
from couples in quorum
around the raised platform
at the center of the room
 
noises diminish with
dimming lights as
all eyes are drawn
to the spot center-stage
except mine
which remain upon you

This poem first appeared in Trellis Magazine (February 2010).
Used here with the author’s permission.

 

 

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Carl "Papa" Palmer, retired Army, retired FAA, now just plain retired, lives in University Place, WA. Author of six chapbooks, his work has been published in more than 200 journals around the world; he even has a contest-winning poem riding a bus somewhere in Seattle. Carl’s hobbies include sleeping late, reading the morning paper, doing the crossword puzzle, and gardening. His motto is “Long Weekends Forever!”

 


New comments are closed for now.
Ross Kightly:
In the words of the song [whichever song it is...] "... but I only have eyes for you." How true it is. A poem both effectively-written and moving. Thanks Carl - and Jayne - your decision is the right one of course!
Posted 02/16/2014 11:47 PM
Donna Pflueger:
So romantic. You captured the sights and sounds perfectly. I was there with my own memories. Thank you for sharing this poem.
Posted 02/15/2014 05:36 PM
Sherry:
I can see these things. Very nice!
Posted 02/15/2014 09:17 AM
ldkulp:
That last line is especially romantic! Thanks for starting my morning off with a smile!
Posted 02/15/2014 07:28 AM


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