Poetic Interlude LII

 

A Soiree
I want to live at a cocktail party,
A perpetual seven o’clock:
Where all of the guests are assembled with care,
Where the sociable socialites flock,
Where wherever you move, within the air
Is sensitive sensible talk!
 
I want to live in the cocktail hour –
A fossilized half past nine!
Where the glasses and ladies sing for years,
And the chatter and laughter chime –
Where nothing is serious; nobody cares,
And we never run out of wine.
 
And there, in the air, is my favourite piece
By Johan Sebastian Bach –
Only on evenings like this do I live!
When I charm, and I sparkle and shock –
Oh, I want to die in that golden night,
That eternal eleven o’clock!
 
©2014 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved
 

This poem, and others like it, are available in Patchwork Narrative, a slim volume of poetry by Tyler J. Yoder.

 
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About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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