Poem -
Four years ago
the sound of the early morning rain
awakes the man,
from the comfort of a dream
cold breeze
through the open window
stings like a bee
the pungent scent of Jack Daniels
is an entity
a long forgotten memory
whispers in the raindrops
the sun was her smile
The mother-of-pearl deliverance he longed for
soul kisses
lingering on his tongue
her music still flowing
gilded in the present tense
blue green eyes, possessing
sugar walls holding tight
nesting in the sweet valley of Eve;
tasting her essence, her poetry
she walked in the woods with Robert Frost
and dark places of 'Poe'
singing with the voice of a fallen angel
once again
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Was held spellbound with this piece....enjoyed every word and I read...Nicely written
o wow, thanks Rose, glad you enjoyed
Hey CHRIS!!.... the picture you chose made me think of a blind guitar player..... with mother of pearl on the inlay of the fret board or pick guard ......but the words to describe it.... erotic, lost, memory...... through name off....... either way it's sexy as hell brother poet....... man, I love readin' your stuff!!....... can you come over next weekend...... we'll listen to tunes and tell War stories!" ~LOL!!........ALL STARS!!......jammin' man....... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo
Hey Tony...thanks for encouragement my friend, lol, yes I get obsessed with phrases like 'mother of pearl' I remember reading a piece by Norman Mailer a long time ago where he graphically described the process of killing animals in a Chicago slaughter house, and he used the mother of pearl phrase, not something you see everyday, lol....hey thanks for the invite my friend, you're the best....happy Turkey day bye the way, in Canada we had our thanksgiving over a month ago, but nothing compares to American thanksgiving, someone told me it is bigger than Christmas for you folks, it is def on my bucket list to be part of that one day, so please hold on to the invitation, enjoy the day, go Cowboys!
Hey Christopher (by the way I think Christopher is a beautiful name, hope you don't mind that I usually don't shorten it!) I really enjoyed the laid back thought nostalgia in this one. I believe such to be of intrigue and value.....that the human senses are so easily recalled to a special time and place by mere sight, sound, or smell. Our senses are in control! We all have this type of memory sensory. Beautiful way of expressing yours in this one. Truly. Be blessed! Paula
Hey Paula, thank you for saying that about my name, never been told that before, and no, I actually like being called Christopher, I'm used to having it being shortened, so it's cool....wow, great point about memory being triggered by the senses, I read that 'smell' is the most powerful one for that, it brings you right back to something....I sometimes improvise the theme of a write, so with this one I didn't set out to say anything, just wanted to see where it took me, your comment really expands my point of view with this one.... I really appreciate that and appreciate the blessing as well, have great Thanksgiving Day, be blessed
so beautiful Chris. I so love your poetry
I love hearing the affirmation of a world class poet such as yourself, Lisa, that you so very much, be well, my friend, hugs
My Brother Poet Chris,
Sometimes, we open our hearts to a taker. They will exploit of our love and extricate all they can for personal pleasure, then they move on. While our open bleeding hearts suffer, their coldened closed ones have no morality. They've sucked out what they came for and then we are spit out like a bad piece of meat. We survive, but there are certain gaps in our strength, when we remember the little bit of goodness they possessed, forgetting that it was so overshadowed by their shallow souls.
Peace and Love,
xox Larry
Larry, my awesome brother poet, truly a fantastic comment, thank you for making it.....hugs, peace and love