"There's No Kiss In Your Eyes..."

I'm recontinuing the Cafe Series... with this

"There's No Kiss In Your Eyes..."

You ever notice how you purrrrrrrrrrrr
when you focus on

- thought I was going to say me didn't you?
  well I didn't...

puppies and kittens.

How the sun FEELs so damn good

in your eyes...
how that first taste of
cold winter's air just bites
and makes you FEEL so
...alive.

I make snowballs
- still -
and throw them
hard
and damn accurate too
- and laugh
and duck
- well - for ANY age.

No one asks me to make a snowman anymore...
I miss that.

I don't curse the snow I shovel

- never have, that's strange I guess

but
I like snow
and how it feels, tastes, touches me back.
Seems there's a Snow Angel in every bank...
and the feel of crystals
each as unique as we.

It's not the taste of coffee
that draws me

holds me
- nor it's aroma
as the wisps meander to heaven

- one cup at a time...
It's the thought of the anchor
that binding HOLD
that keeps me focused and from floating off and
...away
and yet it still gets cold
while setting unnoticed and unheld and

...untasted and unwanted after all the herald's smiles

and teasings told.

I don't like water... theres no HEART to water
no ...squeezing GRASP to be had
no ...warmth shared
no ...bitter dregs to be mind-chewed
and eye-candy.

I never want to be told
"There's no kiss in your eyes..."

Chris

 

Author's Note

thoughts...

Reviews

[Tim Lion]

:)
Behind these antique windows,
there's a little boy who wants to play
in the Snow.

I loved this whole thing.

HOWEVER,
I must disagree with you on water.

When I stand in the river,

dive into the ocean,

jump up and down in a mud puddle
in my church shoes (lol),

I'm home.

t

[Ruth]

To see such beauty IS the "kiss in your eyes" and the "kiss in you eyes" comes from wanting to see such beauty and making damn sure you do see it. To see such mystery and threads to life woven in everything IS to give the eyes a sparkle...to notice ALL the above and so much more will always give you that sparkle...no one could ever say that final line to someone that absorbs so much.

PS Would you make me a snowman? I was never any good at them ;)

[Emerald Seas]

A poem I wasn't expecting. You're right - the title and the first few lines had me going that it was a love poem... about people. However, I was pleasantly surprised and can relate to all you express. Some nights it is wonderful to walk outside into the bitter cold and feel the freezing wind on skin, breath in the bitter cold to where you feel it freeze your lungs... FEELING it. Lovely poem!

[symmetryAsymmetry]

I've experienced snow only once in my life and that too when I was trekking on a rather treacherous terrain...no matter how much I tried to see its beautiful side I could not help think about the fact that it was conspiring with the Himalayan wind to kill me by knocking me over the narrow ledge of the cliff...it was about coming out alive!
But I would love to meet mr.snow when he's less enraged...and the way you've described him above, it made me tingle with anticipation!
I love coffee, but give poor water its due...don't you think? :-p

Awesome write as usual...this time a roller-coaster ride :-)

[olla]

I am delighted, astonished, deeply moved and thoroughly infatuated with your writing.. I begin with a critical eye looking for a flaw in style, structure, grammar.. and before I know it I have been kidnapped and whisked away into another time and place where I am not left as I was found..

I was raised in snow country.. I can smell it on my hair and feel the crisp tingle on my cheeks.. you will never loose that kiss in your eyes..

[AmandaN]

Loving the way you write your poetry it's been a real eye opener. Your writing has so much energy and I feel like you're in the same room telling me stuff , I'm not really just reading it ( sorry a bit garbled there ) thanks.

[Alana Taylor]

“There’s No Kiss In Your Eyes”

I'm sorry this took a while; it wouldn't let me send reviews.

Like I said, poetry certainly isn’t my forte and generally isn’t my chosen read either. However, of all the poems, I was drawn to this one because the title intrigued me; I wanted to know what it meant, having no kiss in your eyes, or how this was possible. And so here I find myself.

I’ve never read a poem written like this. It’s like a song in which the performer sings in higher and lower pitches, or someone dips in and sings a word for them. It’s somewhat comical really and indeed, very catchy. I can’t say I followed entirely what the narrator is saying about snow and the kiss in your eyes, but the inputs of thoughts were clear to me; I liked those. “No one asks me to make a snowman anymore... I miss that.” It kept me on track whilst strengthening this character.

I won’t make any kind of suggestion based on the poetry itself as it won’t be helpful. However, I do think you could change “theres” into “Seems there[‘s] a Snow Angel in every bank...” along with sticking a similar apostrophe in these lines too: “[It’s] not the taste of the coffee” and “[It’s] the thought of the anchor”. I’m aware they’re extremely minor, insignificant suggestions, but I refuse to leave without attempting to help in some way.

That’s all, however. I enjoyed this poem.
Thanks for sharing it.

Merry writing!

[Michael of Gilead]

Reflecting on your thoughts, small vignettes of life to extrapulate upon.

[Andrea]

I absolutely loved this. I felt excitement while reading it which is hard o find now. The thoughts put into this are wonderful and the many emotional aspects are thrilling.

[Cassie Fraga]

such an uplifting write.... and way to pack it with a punch with that last line!!!
makes me think a little more... GREAT JOB!!!