paul

Jul 07, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

A Table For Two

Mr. Lonely
Would you like the usual?
Table for one by the balcony

Sitting alone listening to
Conversations of lovers
As they drink chardonnay
Celebrating harmony

Watching two lips interlock
As laughter can be heard
Oh, don’t you miss it

Look at the gentleman
Pulling out the chair
For his priceless jewel

It has been years
Since your heart
Has loved another

Let yesterday evaporate
Welcome today as a present
For you deserve
A table for two

— paul, Jul 07, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: New York, USA

Favorite Poets: Cavafi, Sylvia Plath and Neopoet as a whole.

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Critiques

Geezer

15 years 11 months ago

Excellent seats at the Bistro...

You certainly should have them, with this poem! I do believe you should in the spot-light with this one! ~ Gee

themoonman

15 years 11 months ago

Paul...

You are truly finding your way... this is generous and honest, two factors that great writes most assuredly have in common... well done. I would've left out the "two" in the third stanza, but that is me, and really the only thing I have to offer in the way of critique. yes... enjoyed it. Richard

Rett

15 years 11 months ago

Well done Paul

You have really come into you own this year. I echo Rishard's assessment. Respectfully, Rett: “Anyone who sacrifices liberty for security deserves neither.” Benjamin Franklin

greeneyes

15 years 11 months ago

Yes, this deserves the

Yes, this deserves the spotlight for sure! Beautifully written, great flow, kinda made me sad.

faithmairee

15 years 11 months ago

Very Nicely Done

Very nicely done, Paul. I especially loved the ending. Great job. Love-Faith ~I never say anything I don't mean nor do I say anything to be mean.~

Dennis Go

15 years 11 months ago

Wow

This is one hell of good poetry!

Kailashana

15 years 11 months ago

Just desserts? Even in

Just desserts? Even in sadness of aloneness there is love's honest hope. Nice. A table for *her* as the last line? ~ The whole modern world has divided itself into Conservatives and Progressives. The business of Progressives is to go on making mistakes. The business of the Conservatives is to prevent the mistakes from being corrected. G.K. Chesteron

Candlewitch

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Paul

I must agree with Richard and Rett. My favorite lines: Sitting alone listening to Conversations of lovers As they drink chardonnay Celebrating harmony Always, Cat

raj

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Paul

you took me with you on a contemplative ride right to the wonderfull finesse in these closing lines... Let yesterday evaporate Welcome today as a present For you deserve A table for two be well.. raj (sublime_ocean)..

Esker

15 years 11 months ago

Welcome the new

Your poetry of late is detailed and intricate in such a manner that it flows extremely well and the visual cues blend along with the spacing and flow I like this poem very much I like the dialogue with this one Well Done Paul! Esker~

Phx4ever

15 years 11 months ago

Why do you do this to me???

You always have a way of leaving me speechless! I have no words for this... ...it is beyond words beautiful. Made me cry when I read this...your words bring every scenario to life...beautiful~!

Mark

15 years 11 months ago

old friend..

This poem is smooth and sweet .. a fine brandy.. Have a good one, Mark

Kailashana

15 years 11 months ago

Ending the poem with the

Ending the poem with the title. Now, why didn't I think of it? Good that you did. ;-) ~ "There is a kind of mysticism to writing." ~ Irvine Welsh

BiPolarMania

15 years 11 months ago

Great Poem

Played out like a short film in my head ..... simple and elegant

Geezer

15 years 11 months ago

So glad...

I was right. I said it first, that it and you deserved spotlight! ~ Gee

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Paul

I'm late to this show ... so I add my stars and Kudos for a wonderful write love and hugs JayCee x x x (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)