coffee gone acrid in the pot
poured into sink,
paper folded on table by
empty breakfast plates,
i popped a warm beer
sipped that instead
i am going to the racetrack
she bent in pale nightgown
you don’t belong there
thirty dollars in the pocket
closed door went to sharp
lit Rabbit out front,
it started first time
radio sparked with static
twisted dial found a station
(you do not belong there)
i should of responded i can
do what i like but avoided
the argument,
instead it became internal
an argument with myself,
music playing
[Kansas sang this is my beginning ]
maybe it was
(i love you)
i knew she did her face expressed
it all
[Tomorrow holds my hand ]
would it really be there
conversation with her inside
me and radio increased
it irritated me that Kansas
had changed,
(don’t i make you happy)
yes you do very much
my head felt messed up
finding it hard to decipher
what was song , her or me
[Yesterday is dead and gone]
no i could not let it go
from when i first touched
her face 7 years ago
i knew
(don’t i make you happy)
she had been down and
i had been blind
[Buried in the sand ]
that was true i had placed
myself there avoiding what
[the vision stands before me ]
yes she was and i feel that
now,
i had dropped off the interstate
pulled over and wanted to
hit the steering wheel but pain
was not needed,
[and now there is nothing else ]
i hear you
i shouted at the radio,
sometimes a song can place a
reality in you,
tires bit into blacktop
turned about,
moments to return
parked at angle to sidewalk,
ran up the path to the door
opened quickly
dishes washed away
heard no radio
only her singing in the shower
shouldered open door
into steam hot mist
she startled as i took her in
my arms and held her
as if for the first time
of an eternity
This is just a terrific poem. The back and forth of the lyrics and internal monologue and external action is a stylistic device that I especially like and it works terrifically well here. A poignant situation one can relate to. Your internal monologue actually reminded me of bits of Ulysses! But, of course, there are other more modern examples – but you hold your own place very well. I thought it just a wonderful poem. k.
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wow thank you i am humbled and pleased that you enjoyed it so well hope all is well
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Coffe beer gambling love … what a DAY!!!
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Hi Jasmine sometimes life can be hectic
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RIGHT!!!
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I enjoyed reading this – the internal dialogue, the questions, the doubts, the resolution are so true to so much of life. Nicely observed and written.
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Tony thank you for the comment and stopping by all the best
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Chris, you really excel at this. Very cool first person. Using the inner monologue very well. Outstanding piece. Thanks
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Fred thanks really glad you liked
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This absolutely forces me into the narrator’s head…and into the emotion of the wife as well. I felt his sense of feeling conflicted and a certain identity with the wife. (I live in NV and count my blessings that my husband doesn’t gamble…but know couples faced with this.) Good write.
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Thanks Victoria i appreciate the comment i enjoy delving into many human experiences and seeing where they lead
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Sometimes we can neglect all the little signs we’re being shown until they all suddenly add up into one huge one that can be very hard then to overcome. This guy really did neglect her but, it’s god that he saw that he did in the end. Very nice poem, especially all woven around the song too.
Yes, certain songs can place us right where we were when they first meant something to us.
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sometimes in emotive circumstances you can cling onto something and a song is a good start ,loved that you stopped by and thanks
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Quite the awesome slice of life. i have friends who don’t get poetry that stays in the vernacular – this poem makes the counter argument. One thing – “should of” is grammatically incorrect, of course – but I get that the narrator might not know that. Would you lose anything by using “should have?”
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Thanks i usually try to be accurate on most of my poems but as you say dialect and character can alter that landscape i am really glad you looked in and hope all is well
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ha…that is a pretty cool piece chris…i like what’s going on on different levels here
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Claudia thank you i am glad you liked
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smiles….love the closure on this….made me smile…its warm and nice bit of realization….
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Thanks Brian as you know i always enjoy the journeys on these and where they take me
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I love that line, “finding it hard to decipher what song, her or me”. A really nice poem.
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Terry thank you it is always good to see your comments keep well
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I hope you are writing a book
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Thank you Beverly for dropping by and i am writing a book have a great rest of week
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