and it might be a little too long
it might not even
be that good
but it will have warmth
and rhythm in it's blood
my heartbeat will know it
like it knows your smile
in the deadest winter night
knowing it forever and ever
and these 21 years of rain
my heartbeat
sings it like a favorite song
hot bluesman drunk with
memories and the muse
a poem about you
the dancing girl
who posed for a single
sepia picture
and floated off through
the maze of corridors
on a journey into the white
this poem will soon be over
but if you request
my heartbeat just might
be ready for one more
an encore just for you
singing it loud and strong
as the AM comes to light
Written for my beautiful friend "Buffy", the phlebotomist...Known her forever and 21 years of Michigan rain! Tis true...
"Buffy" and I used to host a local television cable access program togather (at her invitation, i was stoked!) called "NO COMMENT"... Now she's a mother of 2 as well as being phlebotomist at a local hospital. And yes this is a current shot, as artsy as it is. She's a very beautiful woman and an even better friend. Her sense of humor would have you rolling in honest laughter, as opposed to the type of laughter incited by run-of-the-mill average beautiful girls attempting to be humorous. (But god bless them, too...)
9 charges of vandalism dropped:
I like the poem. Years of working and living have now honed your skill.
Reminds me a little of James Dickie
in (I think) The Atlantic Magazine when he got really good.
...I especially like his THE EYE BEATERS.
excellent- referring you to Millenia Sizzarea
Great lines in this one. Loved the single "epia toned" photograph.
Very cool, hon. :)
As always,
mesmerized...
After falling off the earth,
and climbing slowly
back on...
your words are so familiar then again,
always new...
Another story, another love, another
deep dark secret...
set out on the windowsill to ripen.
:)
So glad you all are here...
Think I'll have some fun again.
Clink!
James Dickie? Dueling heartbeats. Intertesting what comes to mind.
I'm reminded of my YouTube piece where I wear a stethescope to see if poetry is dead. In this case: it is not.
Warmth is what gives the poem its soul.
I love the stanza about the dancing girl.Specially the line about journeying into white. It has a mystic appeal!
The diction is perfectly matched to the rhythm of the theme & the flow is spontaneous .
Buffy is really beautiful :)
well, they say that the best way out of the sadness we make for ourselves is by searching for laughter outside.
She sounds like a rare gem.
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