When a long-ago night holds on to life
and won't let go, treat it tenderly.
It still inhales the blue smoke in the room
and exhales invisible sparkling pheromones.
It still feels like squeezed-hot bodies.
Many were in the place that night —
drinking celebrations, sharing highs.
It still sounds like muffled-liquid voices.
Many groups connected in pods —
sounding see-me in a sea of faces.
But for one face it was any night,
but there was that face.
But for one smile the room was dark,
but there was that smile.
It still intoxicates to remember
that her stereo later played Tupelo Honey
as one of them whispered to the other,
"Teach me."
Written for The Mag: Mag 153 that inspired with the above photo prompt (AnOther by Charlotte Gainsbourg).
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17 comments:
love the intimacy of that teach me...its your first stanza that really hooked me lydia...that when it hooks to hold onto it..
This is so evocative, Lydia. I love it. I wanted to write for this myself, as I like Charlotte Gainsbourg, but nothing came, for me. I love the lines starting with "but"...they make the poem. Beautiful.
PS--I think Brian is a vampire with 700 computers. Everywhere I go, there he is, with the first comment!
Sharing highs- definitely reminiscent! wow. I left Tupelo alone
but I get your DRIFT!
some really evocotave language here - feels like you've found the quiet corner in the busy nightclub and singled out a stolen moment
On a less poetic note - have you noticed that nightclubs and parties in TV shows always, ALWAYS look fake
You're playin' my song, Lydia. Great write!
Steamy sweet...
Brian~ Thank you for your appreciation. I think you are a wonder, and not a vampire (see Fireblossom's comments)....
Fireblossom~ Nothing came to me when I first looked at the image, then I saw the album with Tupelo on it and although it was not the Van Morrison song it rang familiar..When you love it I am a happy one. Thanks much.
Your observation of Brian's ability to be everywhere in the blogosphere seemingly at once is something I have pondered. Hell, I even emailed him awhile back asking him for tips on how to be so organized in the quantity and quality of his comments to us all. He didn't say so, but he must be superhuman. :)
izzy~ Yup, reminiscent indeed. I am anxious to see where you went with this prompt.
Pixies~ Thanks so much for your comment. Thanks, too, for still stopping by even though I'm taking a break from doing Old Postcard Wednesday posts. You're the best.
And, yes, those TV and movie parties are always so wrong they make me squirm, feel an embarrassment for the actors.
Helen~ WooHoo! Thank you so much!
Tess~ Aw, thank you, and thanks for continuing to find us such brilliant images for prompts.
So delightful, sensual, enthralling.
I'd say more, but my brain is not working. Or at least not very well.
Blessings and Bar hugs.
Rob-bear~ Blessings and Bar hugs!!!!! What a clever Bear. Thank you for the kind and fun comment.
I think its entirely possible that a night could become a living entity with a life of its own, cheers Lydia, muchos gracias
Kutamun~ We agree on that. And thank you for your input!
I was listening to It's A Beautiful Day yesterday while I did housework, and I thought of you.
On vacation?
I got my eye on you Lydia...G
Fireblossom~ What a cool thing for you to tell me!
G-Man~ No, never on vacation. Just been a bit down lately and Friday came and went but I did think of you.
Aha! Very cool. k.
Manicddaily~ Ah, thanks, k!
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