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

[Scott Metro]

You have a very distinct style.
This is a great write...almost like a painting of the whole scene.

Enjoyed it much.
Scott

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Scott. Happy you enjoyed this one.

[Emerald Seas]

This is beautiful, Jack. Whimsical, full of hope, and of course that flare for romance woven into the lines.

Funny how we remember things, or how hopes twist our memory of old relationships. I had a few rings at the door bell - totally unexpected and the things said... Definitely a different history than I remembered... I think I'll have to write a light (funny) poem about those awkward experiences! Lol

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend. Most have taken this to mean something in the past but it can just as easily be something the future may hold. I always appreciate you stopping by and leaving such kind words for me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminded me of seeing my high school girlfriend 20 years later...knocking on her door, in a town that used to be mine but somehow felt so different...

and she? hadn't missed a beat...she looked so much the same...in fact I saw her three years ago and still hardly a change...

but then in our minds things often stay the same, that really don't...

so nicely worded.
your writing allows each reader to touch it with his or her own eyes and heart.

[Jack...]

Jacob, what a wonderful review of my poem. Thank you so very much my friend. It is my hope that anyone who reads my work can take something from it that reminds them of a point and time in there lives. Happy this one did that for you.

[Lydia Shutter]

You have created the scene so brilliantly, I think I would recognize it in a heartbeat! The street has changed through the years and the town has lost some of its sparkle, but there you stand at the door...posies in a boquet mixed with memories. Expectant, hopeful.....that the same person will answer the door after all these years. Some things never change, Jack. No matter how many years have passed, there are some feelings that never fade. They may go into hiding, but they are still there hiding neath a butterfly's wing...and that touch really drew me into the sentiment of the poem. A fantastic write. Lydi**

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my sweet friend. I have found that things are never what they were...sometimes they are even better.

[:o]

What a sensational poet you are Jack. The images are so clear within this poem that has ambiance and character all its own. The picture gives us a glimpse into your thoughts and I love the butterfly. It says to me, go ahead, it will be fine. Love it.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Lacey...you gotta love them butterflies. Your kindness today is my smile.

[Troy Henson]

This is wonderful Jack. I love the imagery in this piece. A very descriptive piece that once again tells a story and is heart felt.

Regards
Troy

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Troy. I appreciate your kind words.