While this painted a scene that was mesmerizing and intriguing, there was a slightly humorous tone to this poem that I felt really complimented this well.
I don't like big meals, mainly for the thought that I must consume a large deal of it, when I'd rather just have a soup.
A really good piece here MaryAnne that I enjoyed immensely.
I don't celebrate thanksgiving where I am but I have heard stubborn yet funny stories about them, how sitting down with your extended family has seemed to be the most awkward or cringeworthy moment of the year. This one showed humor and I enjoyed the prose feel throughout. I could relate well with the dusted off plates and utensils as well, as my mom would do the same only when there are visitors around.
The ending seemed to make me want more though, it didn't feel to satisfying. I wanted an extra stanza maybe, just simply stating why the speaker would rather have been alone drinking endless amounts of coffee... possibly writing, (since it was hinted the speaker loves to reflect and observe), amongst other possible things.
What an interesting, observant write! I love the descriptive nature of this poem and how in depth the write got. I, too, cringed when she talked of the eager beaver brother eating, the noises and irritations came through the poem and I felt them! Thanksgiving can really bring out some interesting things, topics, and conversations with people, but just sitting back and people watching is the really intriguing part of family gatherings. There is such a sense of awkwardness in this poem that I've definitely experienced, and I felt really connected to it. Very interesting spin on a Thanksgiving poem