off the record
out-
turfed and living on
borrowed time she
has learned
to dance
to silence, sing
with no backup.
the color
in her cheeks isn’t
from cold, reflects
your heat as she
sits & drinks, thinks
this place feels
pink, like stolen
camellias,
like home; smells
sweet like
lies, like
love.
This is fabulously rich, sparking an emotional ride! I enjoyed it several times through.
March 6, 2012 at 9:50 pm
Thanks, Carl. i always enjoy your thoughts on the work here. thanks for dropping in.
March 8, 2012 at 11:55 am
liked that…
March 6, 2012 at 10:08 pm
smells like lies, smells like love….ugh….like home, like stolen….ugh…i am glad she still sings….and dances…def ripe with emotions tonight joanna
March 6, 2012 at 11:39 pm
“ugh”– not exactly the reaction i was looking for, b.,
but yeah, this one was wrought with mixed emotions for me. thanks for stopping by.
March 8, 2012 at 11:58 am
Sing with no backup … Living on borrowed time… I am glad that she still sings. Nice !
March 7, 2012 at 12:00 am
March 8, 2012 at 11:59 am
Oh, this was exquisite! Evey word follows the next with grace with eloquence! Have a lovely day you, talented girl!
March 7, 2012 at 2:31 am
aww, thank you dear Blaga.
glad you liked. have a wonderful day/week yourself!
March 8, 2012 at 12:00 pm
Like how you used the color, I know that coloring of the cheeks after a few drinks, very similar to the coloring due to blushing, also the final stanza is great. Love how you brought stolen camellias together with home, then comment it smells sweet like lies, like love- i get the indication of a defense mechanism in place, which reacts to the smell first as a lie, then as love. Or a commentary on not judging something at face value. Anyhow, I really enjoy pieces that can have more than one interpretations, and I appreciate that. really nice job here. Thanks
March 7, 2012 at 4:19 am
thanks for your thoughtful commentary. i also am big on multiple interpretations… i like the idea that a poem can have different truths for different readers. appreciate your stopping by.
March 8, 2012 at 12:02 pm
This spilled and tumbled out easily, naturally. It was lovely, warm sweet like honey, lies and love.
March 8, 2012 at 2:38 pm
Beautiful portrayal of this station in life..I’ve known it myself
Gratitude
Dennis
March 11, 2012 at 11:12 pm