And I knock

 

 

 

 

And I knock

 

White stone, almost beige with age,

standing out in its surroundings

as if old world artisans

converged on this small town

 

Black awnings of scalloped edge

on an unassuming two lane street  "no passing zone"

fronting an empty stairway holding my heart

behind a heavy glass door

 

Vine covered walls own the alley

to the back lawn where shaded dreams

in soft confines begin amidst cooling breezes

and I feel I finally belong

 

A French pitch roof of rounded shingles,

sweeping wall, chateau inspired, above a brick lined walkway

longing for the night

and the amber lamp post glow…wait

 

Empty Highland’s and for rent signs fill

barren storefronts once thriving, that now

greet me with my own reflection as I wander

seeking not so much what I find…but what I dream

 

I flick my cigarette to the curb,

watching it land, exploding embers on black asphalt

when a beautiful butterfly lands on my shoulder,

iridescent blue, rests a moment, then flies off

 

I follow it, (it seems to want me to)

as it heads towards the entrance, my heart beating…

racing, nervously I glance up at the numbers,

a dozen posies tucked behind my back…and I knock 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[s y e]

You're one in a million my friend, as is your beautiful poetry. This is outstanding. I loved the imagery and wording. You describe it so well. The flow is perfection.

My favourite piece from you.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Noodle. Smiling because of you.

[Diana]

That was excellent. It left me speechless. I was reminded of Walt Whitman and T.S. Eliot. Going in my favorites' library...

[Anand Sehgal]

A wonderful exploration, a riveting expedition ! :)
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[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Ruth]

Takes courage to "knock" sometimes...I felt this Jack...had nerves and anticipation in my tummy lol Well voiced love! x

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my sweet friend. Have missed you.

[Ruth]

Thank you dear Jack, not felt too well lately, so took a break x

[Jack...]

Hope you are feeling better Poppy. Your smile is always the prescription for what ails me. :)

[Ruth]

Ah, bless your heart sweetheart, smiling here, thank you so much x

[Coyote Poetry]

Posies and hope. Good to have both. I enjoyed the tale in the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend. I always appreciate kind words from you.

[Dhaye]

Like it- the concept of a butterfly. I associate butterfly with a visitor, a surprise or a gift.
You just knocked...I hope the door will be opened for you.

Well-penned!

[Jack...]

Thank you my friend.

[Dhaye]

You're welcome.

[Rita L. Sev]

Knock, and the door shall be opened to you... This is a poem rich in detail, with sweet anticipation at the end. Really wonderful piece, Jack!

[Jack...]

Thank you Rita.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Hmmm ... this brings up sweet memories for me. That first meeting is always so sweet, so shy, and cute.

[Jack...]

Thank you Linda

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

A nice storyline here and it comes about--right back to the title in the end.
I love the details here.

[Jack...]

Thank you Josie

[Mark]

That glistening heart pounding moment. An artistic look that was a great read.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Mark. I appreciate your kindness.