Sallie Howson

The Old Lady In The Restaurant

They pity her
All alone
In the corner
Of the restaurant
Poor old dear
With no one to love.

She pecks at her food
And sips at her wine
And writes and writes
In her battered old book.
A diary they imagine
Meticulous details
Of an empty life.
If only they knew.

Passion and desire
Drip from every
Line of love
She writes for you
She knows every inch
Of your beautiful body
And every twist
Of your troubled mind.

The background babble
And the waiters’ banter
Are lost on her.
She hears nothing
But the whisper of your voice
In her head.
She feels your kisses down her neck
Your finger writing your name
On her back
Your thumb tracing circles
Around her breasts
And beyond.
She belongs to you
So totally
So utterly
That she needs nothing more
Than memories and sustenance
Till you are
United
Again.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (9/14/2020 12:50:00 AM)

    The background babble
    And the waiters’ banter
    Are lost on her.
    She hears nothing
    But the whisper of your voice
    In her head.- - -> you have painted the setting so well we could sit down at a table and order!

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  • Chitra - (9/2/2008 2:23:00 AM)

    it's a beautiful story expressed thru your fine verse! a heart wrenching write

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  • Ron Flowers (8/27/2008 10:51:00 AM)

    A simply wonderful poem. A 10 from me.

    Ron

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  • James B. Earley (8/23/2008 1:39:00 AM)

    My friend there are so many poignant stories here! Excellent composition.

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  • Peter Hesp (12/5/2007 6:36:00 AM)

    Thank you for this enchanting poem: a flawless cameo movingly observed. But why this convention of blank verse? Why not present it ass faultless poetic prose? I would value your opinion.

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  • Paul ButtigiegPaul Buttigieg (12/4/2007 4:07:00 AM)

    I am in the restaurant Sally............I am watching this old lady as I read..........Fabulous poem kid...........I was there trust me

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  • Chuck Audette (11/28/2007 4:31:00 PM)

    Good to see your poems back and you writing again. Thoughtful piece, liked it. - chuck

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  • Barbara Haskell (11/27/2007 6:00:00 PM)

    great poem! Wonderful in imagery and tone.

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  • Sidi Mahtrow (11/27/2007 5:09:00 PM)

    We crossed the Mississippi
    There in the rice land flats of Arkansas
    We stopped for lunch
    At a table near the window
    An old lady sat sippin her coke
    She came over and admired the kids
    So quite and mannerly
    As they ate their fries and burger
    Said she was Arkansas's
    Poet Laureate
    And wrote poems about the people
    Who stopped for a break
    Never did she give us her name
    Or for that matter
    Offer us a glimpse of her poems
    Nevertheless
    She made a lasting image
    On our minds
    Perhaps she was
    As you describe
    Writing a story
    About her loves and lost
    We will never know
    But perhaps we will be somedays
    United
    Again.

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