Shall we eat?

[JoelJosol]

When offered as an invitation,

say for a wedding reception,

where you find an RSVP request

in a colored card paper,

and you go, you get mixed up

like coffee, cream, and sugar,

swirling indefinitely in a cup,

in this complex group dynamics,

and when placed in a table,

I know the meal has come

to its end.

 

Whenever I see your smiling face

I like to write simile myself,

about the light that fell

on my hands, still holding

fork and knife, enjoying

this new web of interactions,

an eye for an eye,

a hand for a hand,

forging our social contract,

mutually licensing you and me,

to ask the question,

'shall we eat?'

[goldenlangur]

Hello JoelJosol,

 

 

Love the details of social etiquette in this and the way the individual is immersed in the hub of it all. But in the midst of this hum and jollity of the gathering, is the secret liaison which, as you so well put it, is 'licensed':

 

^{JoelJosol wrote:}

 

mutually licensing you and me,

to ask the question,

'shall we eat?'

 

 

You've captured very vividly the nuances of social and individual relations and expectations, which often clash.

 

 

goldenlangur

[tonyv]

It does seem that, embedded within the gathering, there is a private world. Perhaps there is more than one.

 

Tony

[Aleksandra]

Wonderful mix of poetical elements.

At first, Joel let me tell you, that I am glad that the metaphor what you use here: " and you go, you get mixed up like coffee, cream, and sugar," it is as it is. And it is not mix of oil and water, so that shows what a kind way takes this poem.

This is very nice poem. I admire you, how you can write this kind of poems.

 

Very well done my friend.

 

Aleksandra

[JoelJosol]

Thanks, GL, Tony, and Aleks. I am glad you enjoyed the poem.