Waitress
Waitress There is a secret grace about her like perfume held in the sling of a braid tossed neck-side, shining paler than the pub's candlelight. She takes a man's order. Sheets of her pad are turned...
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So many good images in this one, dear Wendy. I especially love that image in the second stanza of the sheets of her pad turned back, those previous lives met. ...And that swabbed by the oaken dusk and...
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I love how descriptive this poem is...how it sits me right there at the restaurant admiring this goddess waitress. The poems builds an air of mystique around her, and I can picture her as one of those...
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Hi Kerri so good hearing from you! Thank you so much for these kind words and impressions regarding my poem. I deeply appreciate them. I also hope you and your family are well and enjoying a...
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I love your mind, it is so well traveled. this poem is a lovely girl. or this girl is a lovely poem, either way. It's wonderful. C
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