Not her shell-pink
silk chemise...
or the breeze
rustling the trees
nor the prick
of sunlight
through the leaves...
not the corridor
of wind that blew
her napkin
in the stream
nor the flash
of crimson toes
as she retrieved it...
or the way
she closed her eyes
sipping her wine; glass
cupped in her hands
that looked,
for all the world,
like she was praying...
not the wild rose
with its baby-fisted
buds I picked
and pinned
amongst her hair,
no – none of these
were half as sweet
as the kiss
she never gave me.
Comments
Highhat | May 29, 2011 - 15:45
A wonderful approach to the subject, Tina
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | May 29, 2011 - 16:42
Hello Tina,
that sweet kiss that never was, this is definitely
a different approach as Pia said.
Very origianl beautiful IP.
Jenny.
Cavalcaderl | May 29, 2011 - 17:00
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Certainly good one for the (IP)
Intricate word's of beautiful love
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | May 29, 2011 - 17:44
Many thanks, Pia;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | May 29, 2011 - 17:45
That's it in nutshell, Jenny. 'The kiss that never was', definitely;-)
Pleased you liked, and thanks for telling me.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | May 29, 2011 - 17:46
Julie - thank you. This week's I.P. seems to have been quite a source of inspiration for many of us, you included;-)
Tina xx
threeleafshamrock | May 29, 2011 - 18:56
Lovely work Tina.
Chris ;)
Silver Spun Sand | May 29, 2011 - 20:30
Chris, thanks so much;-)
Tina
well-wisher | May 29, 2011 - 20:30
This reminds me a little of that old Fred Astaire song, "No, no they can't take that away from me".
I like all the simile's, all the kisses in your poem.
Especially the budding rose. It's all very smart stuff.
"as the kiss
she never gave me",
I've had plenty of those non-kisses in my life. Would they have tasted sweet? I will never know.
And yet it's funny how the missed chances or the unrequited loves or the kisses that never happened stay with you as much as the real kisses do.
Silver Spun Sand | May 29, 2011 - 20:33
Well-wisher, thank you so much for your delightful comment, and you are so right about life's missed chances. So pleased you enjoyed, and I shall have that Fred Astaire song on the brain all evening
now;-)
Have a good week.
Tina
Nathan Bednarek | May 30, 2011 - 00:09
Another gem from you Tina! I love the build up in this poem making the ending so effective. The disappointment that comes with not getting what you want here is, I guess, not that hard to deal with as you have at least enjoyed a moment to fantasise about it.
Enjoyed it very much. Well done and thank you for posting it.
Nathan x
Silver Spun Sand | May 30, 2011 - 08:16
Thanks so much for reading, Nathan and am pleased you got something from this;-)
Tina xx
Nolan | May 30, 2011 - 09:57
A lovely poem! What a beautiful climax “The kiss she never gave me”.
Nolan | May 30, 2011 - 09:57
A lovely poem! What a beautiful climax “The kiss she never gave me”.
Silver Spun Sand | May 30, 2011 - 10:22
Thanks, Nolan. You liked it so much, you said it twice;-)
Tina;-)
Nolan | May 30, 2011 - 15:06
It was the ghost in the machine. I've got a nice title for your poem:
“The kiss that never was”. Just about sums it up. But it would give it away I guess.
Cheers! Nolan &
(Your poems are beautiful. I feel jealous almost.)
Silver Spun Sand | May 30, 2011 - 15:13
Nolan - you're quite something;-) So pleased you appreciated this one so much. Means a lot to me. Thanks;-)
Tina
insertponceyfre... | May 31, 2011 - 19:59
I agree with nathan about the build-up - it's really well done. Lovely poem Tina
Silver Spun Sand | June 1, 2011 - 07:37
Thank you, so very much, insert;-) Tina