turfed and living on
borrowed time she
to silence, sing
with no backup.
in her cheeks isn’t
from cold, reflects
your heat as she
sits & drinks, thinks
this place feels
pink, like stolen
like home; smells
13 thoughts on “off the record”
This is fabulously rich, sparking an emotional ride! I enjoyed it several times through.
Thanks, Carl. i always enjoy your thoughts on the work here. thanks for dropping in.
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
“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.
Sing with no backup … Living on borrowed time… I am glad that she still sings. Nice !
🙂 thanks, girl.
Oh, this was exquisite! Evey word follows the next with grace with eloquence! Have a lovely day you, talented girl!
aww, thank you dear Blaga. 🙂 glad you liked. have a wonderful day/week yourself!
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
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.
This spilled and tumbled out easily, naturally. It was lovely, warm sweet like honey, lies and love.
Beautiful portrayal of this station in life..I’ve known it myself