If Moon Came to Dinner © Leah@Creative_Every_Day
The sky painted black with splashes of novas
Like the splashes of wine from our glasses
With the twinkle of stars, God's sprinkles of salt
Flavors dreams that are dreamt by the masses
We open our minds, imagination shall dance
Hand in hand, we keep time with every step
To the chorus of heartbeats and our minds in sync
Celestial ballroom, moon lit - the tables set
Fine china of Promise, like treasured porcelain
Holds knowledge and lessons - food for thought
We taste both the bitter, the succulent and sweet
Become full with the wisdom we've sought
We hold up our drinks in an ethereal toast
For our differences, glasses clank - yet none shatter
Guest list: Everyone, young or old, weak or fit
It's in our stories, we learn what really matters
~
© Bobbie Sandlin
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Inspired by Sunday Scribbling's Fantasy Dinner Party.
It's out there, but when I found that picture, it just took off from there.
*Pfft...this is what I get for not reading...well I read it but the question being...was I paying attention lol! So..I was only supposed to invite seven to this dinner party. Interpret that as seven at a time or tables of seven. There are so many people both living and dead I'd love to meet.
The sky painted black with splashes of novas
Like the splashes of wine from our glasses
With the twinkle of stars, God's sprinkles of salt
Flavors dreams that are dreamt by the masses
We open our minds, imagination shall dance
Hand in hand, we keep time with every step
To the chorus of heartbeats and our minds in sync
Celestial ballroom, moon lit - the tables set
Fine china of Promise, like treasured porcelain
Holds knowledge and lessons - food for thought
We taste both the bitter, the succulent and sweet
Become full with the wisdom we've sought
We hold up our drinks in an ethereal toast
For our differences, glasses clank - yet none shatter
Guest list: Everyone, young or old, weak or fit
It's in our stories, we learn what really matters
~
© Bobbie Sandlin
~
Inspired by Sunday Scribbling's Fantasy Dinner Party.
It's out there, but when I found that picture, it just took off from there.
*Pfft...this is what I get for not reading...well I read it but the question being...was I paying attention lol! So..I was only supposed to invite seven to this dinner party. Interpret that as seven at a time or tables of seven. There are so many people both living and dead I'd love to meet.
4 comments:
I really like where you went with this poem. It's a great story. Have a great day.
I agree with Michelle, It's a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing it -- and the link!
Thank you both.
It does not matter what your interpretation of the prompt is. You wrote a great poem and invited the world. However you should be careful, you will probably get stuck doing the dishes.
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