Dance music,
Damp heat and talk,
Drifts to halcyon days of,
Seventies groove and Afro’s ruffled,
In the political funk of,
Freedom fighters and platform shoes,
Cadillac language,
Smooth and languid,
Dripping off honey colored lips like,
Melting chocolate…
It’s a card trick,
And we are mesmorised by,
Furtive glances,
Over fanned cards,
Fascinated by the sleight of hand,
And the afternoon light,
Our soft voices and loud giggles,
Caught in a trick of time,
Heavy with love and breakfast but,
One will not survive.
♦photo – personal♦
evocative short poetry – words move
Aahhh …so vivid and bright, K!! It played so clearly in my mind… Could almost hear those giggles here…
Very sweetly and nicely written!!
I almost can see it… And I already commented on your descriptive-narrative singular quality. Just confirmed!
This is truly refreshing write. Your choice of words tend to bring the reader to a good feel.
love the way you bring the reader to the scenario- great job kolembo! you show lots of promise.. here’s my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/04/27/cheesecake/
sexy/hot,
what a heavy dose of treatment, cheers,
A++
lovely poem.
Again, your poem has such depth to it, like a rich cup of coffee! Those 70 references so set up the imagery neatly. Enjoyed it!
http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/03/14/bubble-bath/
Beautiful!
Okay, so which girl are you in this picture?
oooh i like it!
makes me think of the time of youth and hope
Flashback, souvenirs, family…wow! I enjoyed the imagery and the pic could be any saturday at homes I know
There you go with those cracking last lines again. Love it.
have been away for a few days so it is great to be back kolembo… this poem drips warmth.
I miss the 70′s… I miss the funk… I miss the platform shoes and Kools cigarettes and Colt 45 and feeling like I had some real street cred – cool white girl and my hot Jewish boyfriend – hanging out… we were all so innocent then. I might be still.
so much in one poem!
the card players I can picture so clearly!
yay!
Oh – I like this – “And Cadillac language” to “melting chocolate” is just so evocative.
oh delicious!
It’s time for “Soul Train” to get movin’, disco fever to get groovin’, all the folks havin’ the time of their lives…full of honeyed talk and card tricks,mesmerized by the sleight of fate,heavy with love and breakfast. Great poem. Very enjoyable.