The Note Poem by R. H. Peat

The Note
There is a longing in her remote look
remembering the taste of raspberries,
ripened and red upon her wet tongue.

Midst the pale light by the window seat
she stands beside the bouquet he sent,
reads his note and sinks into their past.

A tenacious desire held by these scented
flowers laced into a spirited garland;
where that certain un-played melody lolls,

fades deep in a fast abstract-presence.
There his dark suitcoat was draped over
the black bench while he sat at the piano.

An eager flush, rushes back into her face
that warms her cheeks — soft
with a supple cherry-reddened pink.

She hears his silent rhapsody within
his familiar removed strain, and
she is touched by him in her distance.

Notes:
© R. H. Peat — 2/11/98 — Rewrite: 7-2-2021
Form: Elphrasis: free verse tercets
Local Writer's Workshop: Anthology 1998 Pg.102
Xlibris Corporation. Published in USA: 1998