Promise~By David Seth Smith

Promise~ by David Seth Smith

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We never spoke at dinner,

But sat in silence

Toying with the onions

And wishing for music

But failed to bring instruments

That could be held

And played, so

We became

Like cellos

Arching back, and

When bowed

Repeating the endless coda

Of all we’d said, and

Coming back to

That promise,

Always that promise

Now just a part

Of the cadence.

All of this was

Contemplated earlier in

Moments timed

For cooking

So that onions

Might share the blame.

© David Seth Smith 2013



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7 thoughts on “Promise~ by David Seth Smith

  1. Mr. Smith – This is a very powerful iece that holds a very personal resonance with me. It can mean many things, but to me it is a reminder of the evening out to dinner with my late wife the day she was diagnosed terminal. Very powerful indeed and a great verse. Be well. If only we could have blamed onions…

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