poor poet

Gee, I don't want my first blog to be really short and boring. I just remembered I wrote something for someone almost a year ago. She actually ignored it. So I'm posting it now.


Dinner at Gerry's
by paulster
july2007

I always find myself thinking
Of that dinner at Gerry’s
Something makes me keep coming
Back to that time and place

Was it the food on the platters?
Or the way she held her silvers?
Her fingers danced so gracefully
When she tapped the table lightly

Maybe it was the glass of drink,
Or the way she sipped her tea?
As her lips kissed the glass’ brink
And then spoke a few words with me

Perhaps it was something in the air,
Or everything about her hair?
It seemed to flow like silk so grand
When she stroked it with her hands

Probably ‘twas how we chattered
But it was her eyes most likely
And the way both of them glittered
As she stared away blankly

When finally we said goodbye
And we all went our own ways
I didn’t seem to know why
I hated watching her go away

I have not seen her for months now
Still, I wonder why and how
My mind is filled with memories
Of her and that dinner at Gerry’s