it’s not that you are fickle
but you flit
like a butterfly
into my home
you make my heart flutter
you fly into my soul
like a cherub
i feel your invisible wings
stirring the whole of me
and suddenly
you leave
your brief presence lingers
in your sweet scent
the lingering sound
of your angelic voice
silken touch
ivory skin
cerise lips
emerald eyes
silky hair
your going
leaves me light-headed
and aching inside
fleetingly lost
relief flows over me
when i see
on the floor
by the door
once more
you’ve left behind promises
in your pretty pink pantoufles
I Love this Regis. Thanks for all of your kind words. You are one of the best writers ever!
Thanks for all of your enjoyable work!
Steph
Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 7, 2010
I always love your work, my friend. Your writing is so colorful and meaty with emotion, from the heartfelt detente through the inevitable dénoument. This piece really moved me and reminded me of my own poem "Catfish." Hope you are enjoying a joyous season and keeping warm.
The Chinese slip into them when they get home, but back home we wandered over the house in our outdoor shoes, even big mucky boots ... we know better now!
May there always be a lady's pantoufles by your door!
Ahh Regis, this is such a sweet poem "flittering and fluttering" like the teasing of the buterfly who never quite promises to return. Just what I needed on this cold, damp evening.
Regis this is so sweet. I love how you used pantoufles to share with us how insignificant objects can mean so much. We would never know how significant they are unless we're told, and you said it well.
Beautifully written Regis and heartfelt too!
I found this very interesting....what creativity1
May the Lord strengthen and bless you and your
family Regis! Thank you for sharing and having
such a caring heart!
SHE'S NOT FICKLE...SHE JUST 'FLITTERS'...IN AND OUT...AND YOU THOUGHT IT WAS ALL OVER. WELL, ALL I CAN SAY IS, I HOPE YOU HAVE 'ASSUMED' CORRECTLY AND INDEED SHE WILL RETURN...SOONER OR LATER, ANYWAY. KINDA SAD. THANKS FOR SHARING AND MUCH BLESSINGS, LOVE & FAITH... JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
... ach, achingly delightful, Regis: light, bright and candy-cotton sweetness. And yes, "pantoufles" does indeed say it all! Cherry blossom drifts softly on the spring breeze of the heart here. xx
I like the intensity of the love in this piece, Regis. Like an addict...as we often are in the beginning. The longing in this poem is tangible. Excellent writing. Love and Hugs,
Sheila
Surely she will return if she leaves behind her pretty pink pantoufles (I love the French word for slippers). "your going leaves me light-headed and aching inside fleetingly lost" is such a poignant stanza and is deeply felt. Always wonderful. ~Hugs and love, Elizabeth
Reegis, beautifully written and a marvelous message in an analogy. "you left behind promises, in your pretty pink pantoufles". "your brief presence lingers in your sweet scent" is a creative stroke to envy my dear friend. I bid you love and peace. Jon Michael
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on November 26, 2010
Very close to German, in that Pantoffeln is the word for slippers. Excellent poetry Regis. This is a keeper.
Regis,
I just love the sound of the word Pantoufles...but, for her to leave these behind, is key, one never leave behind their pantoufles..especially pink ones. Lovely romantic poetry, your heart sings in this one.
You poem has a nice smooth flow and then toward the end it becomes slightly catchy. That does not ruin the poem's flow as I would have thought, but actually gives it an extra punch; I mean that in a good way. :)
Very nicely written. Has much emotion and great descriptive, vivid imagery throughout. I really enjoyed it!
I was going to ask you why you have a picture of a pair of slippers to go along with the poem but then I noticed on the bottom of the page you let readers know that pantoufles is a French word for slippers, so then it made sense.
Also, you are right on the money when you say "Inamimate objects can be powerfully symbolic..."
Now I am not sure if it is a typo or not but I want to point it out:
"you fly into my self" --> I would think it should say - you fly into myself
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Gina
hug
Kat
Wonderful love poem, may your love return forever.
Mary
Anna
Thanks for all of your enjoyable work!
Steph
-=ra=-
this of course this is. Especially the closing lines.
-gene.
The Chinese slip into them when they get home, but back home we wandered over the house in our outdoor shoes, even big mucky boots ... we know better now!
May there always be a lady's pantoufles by your door!
Love, Micki
Love,
Eileen
You know what they say
She plan's on coming back your way.
Very tender and soft.
I found this very interesting....what creativity1
May the Lord strengthen and bless you and your
family Regis! Thank you for sharing and having
such a caring heart!
Much Love,
Margaret
Sheila
Picture perfect thoughts. Love and light, Karen
Slippers look like the ones, My dear Mothers
used to wag me with, when she couldn't get to the broom
Peace be with you
William
Daniel
Ron
(((HUGS)))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Take care,
Sherry
your softness of love is carresive in each line
you are a garden of romance
Love's Bounty
Vickie
I just love the sound of the word Pantoufles...but, for her to leave these behind, is key, one never leave behind their pantoufles..especially pink ones. Lovely romantic poetry, your heart sings in this one.
Peace, love and light,
Amber
God bless,
Lew
I hope she comes back for her slippers and so much more...
Blessings,
Christine
Namaste
Tony
John
Very nicely written. Has much emotion and great descriptive, vivid imagery throughout. I really enjoyed it!
I was going to ask you why you have a picture of a pair of slippers to go along with the poem but then I noticed on the bottom of the page you let readers know that pantoufles is a French word for slippers, so then it made sense.
Also, you are right on the money when you say "Inamimate objects can be powerfully symbolic..."
Now I am not sure if it is a typo or not but I want to point it out:
"you fly into my self" --> I would think it should say - you fly into myself
Thanks for sharing and please keep on writing.
Lena
Lena
Chip Bergeron