Standing and Knocking

        "Standing and Knocking"

 

Deep reflections in the eyes, showing the brightness,

And the beauty of his glorious face;

Yet reflecting all of the dark places he has been.

As he stood at life's  door, knocking...knocking loudly

To be let in...into the places one is allowed to see,

But never allowed...to touch.

Standing at life's window, staring at the distance

Between life and dream. Eyes reflecting the beauty,

The brightness of her face...yet she stands alone.

Mired in the dark places he has dwelt in for so long.

Still, he knocks at life's door, seeking entrance...

Entrance to all in life he has always been allowed to see,

But was forbidden to touch. Eyes...never leaving

The beauty there...the beauty of her face.

Reflected in eyes, his eyes...eyes that are forbidden,

To open life's door or to touch...just once touch

Her face...her face and all of the forbidden things

Lying on the other side...the other side of life.

Knocking...but to poor to be allowed in;

To just once touch, all.... that lies on life's other side.

    {P&C}   Valentine

© 2016 Valentine

Author's Note

A very old write, idea came from a 17th century novel.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

I got the tip from your note ; right, well written echoes of the kind of formal language used by novelists in the 17th century; good work !

[Valentine]

Thank you Leslie for reading my scribble. Kathie

[TheUnrulyWriter]

I'm not sure of the exact meaning of this poem, but for me it made me think about when I was in elementary school. I never had crushes on anyone, but I would always pretend to because I wanted to do the things that everyone else did. Everyone made dating look so fun and I wanted to join in, but I never actually felt anything for anyone, so I didn't get so far. I'm sure the poem is actually about something different, but it was cool how the wording fit into my personal life experiences. Great work and quite a good read!!

[Valentine]

No, that was not meant at all. Kathie

[angeleapaugh]

I could feel the angst to go thru the door....i enjoyed this.

[Valentine]

I love the old time romantic books, this idea came from one I read. Kathie

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest, powerful and real thoughts and words dear friend.
"Knocking...but to poor to be allowed in;
To just once touch, all.... that lies on life's other side."
Some hope and wishes won't be found again till we do the final walk. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Valentine]

Thank you John for your kind words. Kathie

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Kathie.

[Dr. Wood ?]

penultimate line.....TO POOR should be TOO POOR surely? It is a sad but truthful thing that there will always be the haves and have nots. Greed has a lot to answer for

[Valentine]

You sound like my 3rd grade teacher. Kathie

[Dr. Wood ?]

Yeah, I flunked everything after the 3rd grade....Whenever THAT was

[Omikron]

I would say that this is a written version of a couple dancing a very slow waltz, while listening to a single sad note of a violin, and slowly moving across the floor in a pointless but yet so important dance. Needless to say, I liked this poem.

// O

[Valentine]

Different way of expressing a review. Kathie

[Giulia King]

Sad but a beautiful poem as always, Kathie!

[Valentine]

There will always be the haves and the have nots. Kathie

[Tony Jordan]

Someone below their station with eyes on a woman who can never be his - does she even know he's alive, I wonder?
It reminded me of Anne Boleyn's story a bit - not the Henry end of her story but the man she abandoned for Henry.
The sad feeling of 'out of reach' is well conveyed Kathie.

[Valentine]

Some place we all might have found ourselves when first stepping out. Kathie

[Tony Jordan]

Oh so so true. I still meet many 'older women' these days - 30 years on who laugh with me and recall how I would try to catch their eye as a 'enthusiastic' young buck. Many are now friends.
:)

[Chris A Jones]

Beautifully written! Thanks for sharing.

[Valentine]

Thank you for taking the time to read it. Kathie

[Alfred Kukitz]

The sound of the poem encapsulates the feeling of frustration felt by the dreamer. I enjoyed the style of the writing. Nice work!

Regards,
Al

[Valentine]

Sometimes we look beyond what is obtainable. Kathie