Wrong Artist

[DocHeart]

Wrong Artist

This could be Ella or Rosemary -
Nina? No way. Her voice is much
More like a Christmas decoration
In a railway station
Than a summer holiday
With unprotected sex
And come what may -

But did you even recognize Chet?
I told you a million times of his breeze
How can this be hard to get?

And that sudden saxophone is not
Accompanying that east-coast guy you thought
Looked nice on the album's sleeve.

We grieve.

And winter races
On a crazy bus, hurtling towards
Our faces.

[Bar22do]

Ah, love this one. it's original, wonderfully set, the imagery shows (shares) the story with great economy of words. Your last three lines are sublime in what they do to this reader.

[Delta40]

I especially love the first stanza and the amazing imagery all the way through. A great way to plunge into a poem

[Buh4Bee]

Ah, caught the references, it's a fun read. I love the ending and the overall, contemplative nature of aging the ending insights.

[Jack of Hearts]

And come what may -

Children? Train wrecks? Broken relationships?

A belated welcome back Doc. It's good to share the boards with you.








J

[Hawkman]

I've felt like that - lol. It happened when I was hunting for film music and found one of those compilation albums in a cut price store and then, when I played it, they were all really crappy cover verstions. I learned, very quickly, not to do it again!

This poem encapsulates the disappointment so well...

Live and be well - H

[DocHeart]

Many thanks, everyone, for the kind words.

For some reason I'm going through a time when I can't focus long enough to write short stories, which I love doing. But these short pieces (which I hesitate to call poems but don't know what else to call them) come easily on a nightly basis.

My dear Jack, thank you for the welcome. Was I gone that long? It's great to be here, anyway.