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At A Glance |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
At A Glance Sinking in the rainfall boot heels worn like a Joni Mitchell record softly I'm playing my bedside psalms bathing the dreary city in memories of her memories of her And it was at a glance I was pulled into a May romance so I thought I'd take a chance on... Ah, sweet Carolina grace a quzzical look on her face Scarlett carried herself like a carriage through the gates of an Irish cemetery daydreamed about a perfect marriage she sketched the one she'd marry she'd be perfectly joined to one just like the sky to the sun This whole situation left me contemplating tea time summer Sundays with her trying to change her mind with W.B. Yeats and rainy jazz records and I used to dance with her in my Beatle boots and I used to glance at her with needing looks needing to needle my way into her crochet style wanting to stay until I decoded the meaning of her smile she used to feather me with the weather would plead the fifth whenever I stared into her eyes blue-green and amazing me like poetry read on stormy weekends written on clear blue mornings how my bones would sing when she would sing to me And it was at a glance I was pulled into a May romance so I thought I'd take a chance on this blueprint of bliss No second-hand raincoat shall give me away tonight on this riverboat as I try to glide her way through these stuffy social circles for I am a son of steel mill workers but Pittsburgh is but ash at my heels or so I'd like to think, or so I'd like to feel I wear a smile of accomplishment to fool her family with rich endowment just to get to her blue teddy bears matching her dress just to get through to her bird on the wire punctuating my distress Sweet fragrant Scarlett let me in your window I'm soaking wet let me brush your cheek and know just why I'm bound to you like a captain to a skeleton crew as I'm sinking down, now as I'm thinking I'm in deep and how And now come away with me into the blackberry painted night come away and see how you bring my eyes into the light and maybe deep inside you'll see the coaly world I try to hide from you black Pennsylvania coal contrast with Carolina blue but through whatever push and pull we can make it somehow say we can, please ah, poor boy, don't look now as she slinks with ease back to her beautiful world back, never to stay my girl the factory shrills in my ear but I can't run back there think I'll take a year and feel the California sun on my hair But now I'm sinking in the Frisco rainfall boot heels worn like my shredded heart softly I'm playing and replaying my foolish fall on a borrowed twelve-string guitar every melody still adoring her from afar oh so far away what can I say I thought I found myself in a May romance but it seems I lost myself at a glance at a glance of a Scarlett blur a glimmer of a chance with her "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"needing to needle my way into her crochet style wanting to stay until I decoded the meaning of her smile she used to feather me with the weather would plead the fifth" "just to get through to her bird on the wire punctuating my distress" oh, but that bird on a wire part sings to me damn, you are good rollin along with this one is so easy fantastic flow and imagery am keepin this one, alongside Bechet |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
And now come away with me into the blackberry painted night come away and see how you bring my eyes into the light and maybe deep inside'''' a blackberry painted sky....sigh you bring your words to life... In your light I learn how to love |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Zach: this is amazing writing. You stirred in me so much music - times - that are precious to me . . . and made me think Of James Taylor, "Carolina on my Mind" (God, used to sing that as a lullaby to my son) and "River" sheesh - I cant get through that tune without crying and then I just flip on "Chelsea Morning" and also, Carole King . . . you should read this book "Hippie" by Barry Miles - you would love it, I suggested it to Kacy. |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
A sad story that brought a tear to the eye as it came to life from the reading...your words sing so beautifully they touch deeply the heart....Magnificent...*big hugs* |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
until I decoded the meaning of her smile she used to feather me with the weather would plead the fifth whenever I stared into her eyes blue-green and amazing me like poetry read on stormy weekends written on clear blue mornings how my bones would sing when she would sing to me Whoa, this was a certain ballad, that I would love to hear put to music... it surely made me remember a time, a time, and took me right into the core of that moment, again wonderfully written... |
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