Not close enough

Missed it by this much

 

 

 

 

Not close enough

 

 

I drink of the waters of sinner’s delight

Smooth to the taste I believe

Washed up ashore on a moonless lit night

Much more than one can conceive

 

Poured in a goblet of yellow and blue

Butterfly patterns a’ shine

Wings in the vestibule, blinding the view

There only destined of time

 

Here at the stairway that leads to your heart

Spiraling up to the sky

Winding in tapestries, threadbare to start

Whimsical fabrics now sigh

 

Taking each step as I breathe in the change

Shadows about do compare

Absolute beauty of love rearranged

Finding the most in each stair

 

Hallways extend each direction a’ flow

Candlelit beacons provide

A knock on your door in the midst of their glow

Whispers now call me inside

 

Therefore my eyes as a silhouette fine

Loveliness clings to a smile

Chantilly lace in the garments a’ shine

Filling my eyes all the while

 

Heavenly scent of magnolia bloom

Fresh as this hot summer’s fire

White opalescence in shades of the moon

Painting my soul with desire

 

Touches of satin, so smooth comes your skin

Breathless endeavors soon pour

Hoping on hope of the welcoming in

Of what this night has in store

 

Lips of chiffon in a raspberry grin

Porcelain shimmering thighs

Desperate these thoughts now awash in a sin

Breath comes a sonnet of sighs

 

Reaching I stumble, my balance unsure

Shivers, my toes to my spine

Stuttering nervous of this I adore

Formed of the sweetest design

 

Then with a wisp as the draperies wave

Flames flicker quick of the flow

Smoke from the wicks meets the ceiling once more

As I cry, where did you go

 

Standing here holding of one dozen roses

Cellophane wrapped round the stems

Seeing the window so quickly it closes

I was but this close again

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Angel]

In my mind, I see a beautifully appointed hall, with floor to ceiling windows covered in velvet curtains there are gas lamps flickering along the walls, and candles on a long table with a white tablecloth trimmed lace...there is the scent of magnolias and roses in the air...the whiff of a warm breeze blows through an open door...
And there you are, waltzing me down the page yet again.
You are a man of many talents...and you never cease to amaze me.
This is a lovely piece, reminiscent of days gone by...a bittersweet write that brings a sigh from my heart.
Elegantly done, my Sweet Talk...

[Frieda P]

Sorry, read this on live feed Angel, your response is like poetry, you should write it......

[Angel]

Well, after all...I am a poet...;-D

[Frieda P]

Haha smartypants, you know what I mean. ;-P

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Dear Angel. How nice to see two beautiful women in my comment area. I better run and lock the windows real wuick. :)

[Angel]

Ha...I think Frieda and I can handle you, my friend...

[Jack...]

That's what I am hoping... :)

[Frieda P]

Just smirking quietly in the background.....

[Angel]

Sweet. It's so nice to have friends...

[Jack...]

Ok, I'm back, all windows and doors are locked so neither of you can slip out...now what? :)

[Jack...]

It figures.

[Frieda P]

What are you yabbering about now?...............

[SyberRose]

This is such a beautiful sad poem...you can almost feel her whispers upon your skin but when you reach out for her it is only thin air..as her wafting perfume lingers in the breeze...Loved it Jack:)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my very good friend. you make my heart sing with your kind words.

[Rita L. Sev]

An almost eerie feel to this one, Jack, but that beautiful romance remains.

Winding in tapestries, threadbare to start
Whimsical fabrics now sigh

I like this particular word combination... :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Rita. You going to drink that wine? :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Already did... ;) Still a few bottles left - is it too early for a glass?

[icelandicblue]

Oh this is so beautiful and sad. Chantilly and Magnolias harken to a bygone time:



There fore my eyes as a silhouette fine
Loveliness clings to a smile
Chantilly lace in the garments a’ shine
Filling my eyes all the while

Heavenly scent of magnolia bloom
Fresh as this hot summer’s fire
White opalescence in shades of the moon
Painting my soul with desire

You are so very close and yet...she disappears. There is much sadness that resides there.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much sweet Anne. It had been so long since I wrote a rhyming poem, I need some practice and this was my lesson plan. Thanks again.

[Frieda P]

There is a heavy scent of magnolia blooms within your poetry Jack...ahhh, vintage Jack, always a stunning read. You do close but no cigar with such class it brings tears to my eyes.

Poured in a goblet of yellow and blue
Butterfly patterns a’ shine
Wings in the vestibule, blinding the view
There only destined of time

This is your kind of poetry I originally fell head over heels in love with when I first read you, and it still blows my skirt up, always a sigh on the page Jack.

[Jack...]

Frieda, I can think of no better way to end my day than to read your beautiful review of my poem. My heart skips a beat when you visit and I cry a glistened tear when you leave. Thank you so much my sweet friend.

[Sami Khalil]

"Lips of chiffon in a raspberry grin

Porcelain shimmering thighs

Desperate these thoughts now awash in a sin

Breath comes a sonnet of sighs



Reachhing I stumble, my balance unsure

Shivers my toes to my spine

Stuttering nervous of this I adore

Formed of the sweetest design"
I like how you weave thoughts of love and mold feelings of adoration touching the shades of the moon in her embrace where whispers become sighs and achings become tic-tocs of the heart...Another great one...:)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I was just having a little fun with this one.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Good to know...You are welcome...:)