Solitaire
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under art, introspection, Poetry, regret
“A Dinner Table at Night” — by: John Singer Sargent
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immersed in pleasured chatter
bursts of heightened laughter
in the ringing clank of crystal
of silver on fine china
crisp bustle of starched service
lush rustle of satin’d lace
aglow in silken’d candlelight
caressed by gentle strains
wafts of sweet Bordeaux
heady fragrance of cut orchids
midst soft din and dance of mirth
I gaze upon your empty face
and see there in your hollow eyes
our game is solitaire
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rob kistner © 2012
August 5th, 2012 at 12:55 pm
Nicely done, Rob!
August 5th, 2012 at 1:28 pm
Beautifully done, yet so sad.
I need new glass and wrote about a “drummer”…
August 5th, 2012 at 1:33 pm
such good use of bustle and rustle in this …and so many other lines to savour. Thankyou.
August 5th, 2012 at 2:40 pm
He doesn’t think so, but I agree with you. It’s over.
August 5th, 2012 at 4:12 pm
You wrote this so vividly I could hear, and see this poem unfold as i continued to reading
August 5th, 2012 at 5:25 pm
The ambiance well captured.
August 5th, 2012 at 7:16 pm
Quite a realization. Could really ruin a night. Or free it, I guess.
August 6th, 2012 at 3:45 pm
Shades of lovely Longfellow here…very nice Rob…
August 6th, 2012 at 7:13 pm
Solitaire is such a lonely game. This is lovely.
=)
August 7th, 2012 at 11:03 am
This is very sensual – but so sad too.
August 7th, 2012 at 5:11 pm
Oh and I could see that too! Very nice piece!
August 7th, 2012 at 9:28 pm
Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight … lyrics from that Roy Orbison song from long ago. Your Mag made me think of that.
August 12th, 2012 at 3:04 pm
Oh wow. What a strong closing:
“I gaze upon your empty face
and see there in your hollow eyes
our game is solitaire”
I love that last line. Exellent.