James Jarrett

Freshman - 601 Points (1963 / California)

The Festive Table - Poem by James Jarrett

The festive table
Stands alone
Robed in it's finest
Holiday garments
But there is no warm glow
Of flickering light
And laughter
No spiced scents
Drifting through
Like candied wraiths
It stands alone and empty
The cold harsh light of day
Casting it's shadow on the floor

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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  • (6/19/2014 1:07:00 PM)

    Love the gorgeous imagery evoked by this interesting poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 19, 2014

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