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Sep 08, 2025
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The Main Course
Her life feels
very much like
a banquet table
offering only
side dishes,
and all
the chairs
are full,
save one.
— Lavender, Sep 08, 2025
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About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Rough draft
Critiques
Ray Miller
10 months 2 weeks ago
The Main Course
I can't work out what the poem is saying -that she hasn't found the special one? That she isn't present at the table? I can be slow to catch on to such things. the chairs are "full"is unusual, the chairs would usually be "taken".
Lavender
10 months 2 weeks ago
The Main Course
Hello, Ray,
Many satisfactory elements to her life, but she's definitely missing "the one." I was hoping the "full" chairs would emphasize the emptiness she felt. I'll give that some thought.
Thank you for reading!
L
Rula
10 months 2 weeks ago
Dear Lavender
I read this so many times. It has that haunting , somber feeling to it.
The title brings me in and I thought there should be a delicious kinda recipe, but that last line left me sad.
I am left thinking has anyone ever got that main course? Or has it ever come at all? I wonder
Hope all is good my friend
Thank you for sharing.
Lavender
10 months 2 weeks ago
Hello, Rula,
She's counting her blessings, but still acknowledging there is an aching emptiness.
I am well and hope you are, too!
Thank you for your comments and support!
Lx
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