Epilogue
The house is empty
and the wine bottle all but dry.
Flames tease candlesticks with a final kiss goodnight
as heirloom sand-papered linens blush beneath in polka-dotted
iridescent splatters of wax, glisten with remnants of broken bread
left clinging to fibers of conversations woven, broken, pieced, interrupted
I hear Laughter
as she peeks from her hiding place behind the curtains
then disappears into the folds, spent and content
Smug vagabond, tonight she will stay
I dust the crumbs into my hand
in a tango with my shadow
The house is quiet
and the wine bottle holds one more pour.
Thanks Jaymie, you inspired me 
March 26th, 2010 |
Hey Dani, been a while since I stopped by to say hello, life you know…
This has such a quiet depth to it my friend, I feel like I’m there with you scooping up the remains of the day being observed by the smug vagabond behind the curtains – just wonderful. J
Thanks my friend. Miss you.
January 14th, 2010 |
JRuth I am thrilled to have found your place. It is beautiful and I will be back.
January 14th, 2010 |
I think so because such a nice comment can feel like a cashmere throw…thank you:)
January 14th, 2010 |
I’m sure they will fall in love with them if they haven’t already–and all that goes into making that table so messy:)
January 10th, 2010 |
Brilliant! Love those crumbs and empty wine bottles…sometimes I leave them so the girls can fall in love with them to and make the night before linger just a little longer…I remember mom & dad entertaining and wondering the next morning what happened when I went to bed.. And the left remnants the next day somehow made it feel like the home was still filled with friends and family..like giggles were trapped in the crumbs
l love this poem-love it!!
January 9th, 2010 |
Can a poem feel like a cashmere throw? If so, then yours makes me want to snuggle and watch the stars – remembering good times, smiling at past jokes and conversations.
Just adored this one… and wow, what a new look here! I need to add you to my Google Reader so I can stay in better touch.
Now I’m off to explore…
January 9th, 2010 |
The best tango…wow. What beautiful expression here…so glad to have found you! Looking forward to visiting often.
January 9th, 2010 |
Thank you Purple. Thank you for sharing yours as well:)
January 9th, 2010 |
Some poems speak to you, and others just gently draw you in and let you experience them … thanks for sharing your talent with us!
January 8th, 2010 |
Yes, they are times to remember Rose. Thank you:)
January 8th, 2010 |
It is a lovely poem….your words so vivid that it places pictures in my mind…times to remember…
January 7th, 2010 |
January 7th, 2010 |
Lovely! I want to know what it’s an epilogue for, though it doesn’t really matter… this is a happy ending entire. “Iridescent splatters of wax”, “smug vagabond”, “tango with my shadow”… excellent turns of phrase!
January 7th, 2010 |
@Falc
January 6th, 2010 |
LOL Smartass!
January 6th, 2010 |
I’m so glad those lines spoke to you, Paul. I love seeing candle wax and bread crumbs on my tablecloth–it’s a beautiful sight, leftovers from happy times
January 6th, 2010 |
This is a simply beautiful piece of poetry, Danielle.
‘…as heirloom sand-papered linens blush beneath in polka-dotted
iridescent splatters of wax…’
I loved those lines.
January 6th, 2010 |
That last glass is always the best Mark, to be savored for sure…thank you:)
January 6th, 2010 |
LOL Val I accept the dubbing. I wish you WERE in that room with me. We’d have a blast:)
January 6th, 2010 |
It’s not hard to tango with your shadow, Falc–it always complies
Thank you 
January 6th, 2010 |
Danielle, this is fantastic, excellent descriptions, I was completely wrapped in the aftermath of a party, and then elated to find one more glass in the bottle.
January 6th, 2010 |
I was there. Every word you wrote, put me right there in that room. I could smell the candles burning and see the shadow and the light. I dub you Lady Daniella, mistress of the verse. Damn! You are good.
January 6th, 2010 |
Wow! How in the world do you do that??
“a tango with my shadow.”
Brilliant, just genius.
January 6th, 2010 |
*sigh*
You’re so good to me, Darc
January 6th, 2010 |
I’m not going to let my jaw drop again. I’m not. I’m no—aaaaagggghhh…*drool*
Dangit.
I have no more words to tell you how incredible you are at this. So I’ll just use those: You’re incredible.
January 6th, 2010 |
J, I loved your poem! As soon as I read it this came to mind. I’m not sure what I love more, the actual visit or the moments following, reflecting. THANK YOU.
January 6th, 2010 |
Thanks Linda. Wish I could actually paint with a brush, or sketch like you!
January 6th, 2010 |
Wow, she is back! I love those evenings. Wishing you a year full of them!
January 6th, 2010 |
Another lovely word painting, Danielle. I am not the least surprised.