Star of My Next Line

charles emery ross

charles emery ross

Frantically now
I look for your face
the scribbled signature
of your name on the back
tucked into a misnamed file
in the cabinet of my mind
I know you are near by
the lavender scent
of your sachet

You are the star
of this my next line
the object of my poem
all fragmented without you
shards of a blue`crystal vase
unable to hold wild`flowers
but by a graceful hand
of love`laced fingers
your gentle touch

I cannot find you
amidst all this clutter
of post`cards & receipts
street`maps of cities dark
with a history not my own
I cannot remember even
your name Merely your
eyes hazel sparklers
in time long gone

“Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
    Robin’s lost in play,
 But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
    Haunts me night and day.” ~ Sara Teasdale


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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One Response to Star of My Next Line

  1. you old romantic, you

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