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variation for blue trumpet
she flashes those firecracker-green eyes & everyone
takes notice, like Spanish horns in ‘Ring of Fire.’
sailboats on the horizon. a red moon on a sultry night
& you ain’t got a notebook.
I dredge up visions of her in various shades of nakedness,
suggestive poses that a reckless girl learns in the cramped
back seat of a 2-door hardtop. & I speculate: could I even
satisfy a woman like that… maybe. maybe not.
so I dream on it. a suite at the Waldorf or a cheap motel
room; as long as the sheets are clean, she ain’t particular.
it’s probably a cloudy night, total blackout, but what is a
poem without moonlight, & she is bathed in it.
{watching her undress, it occurs to me that there are a
million things out there that could break a man’s heart
& leave him drowning in his own dreams.
in this room, there was only one…}
this dream, this noir of sex, rushes in kinescopic black&white.
panoramic, pornographic fantasy marinated in lurid details.
grasping, repelling body upon nude body, rolling & rhythmic,
like the crossing of rivers. many, many rivers. & the heat of her
composes laconic rhymes on my flesh that will seduce me on
languorous, lonesome nights.
…the dream fades – it’s the way of all dreams.
the moon hops a tailwind for parts unknown.
& in the swaying shadows, a sad man blows his trumpet.
Published 14th Aug 2014
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Anonymous
14th Aug 2014 8:14am
Great work, John
14th Aug 2014 8:43am
14th Aug 2014 8:49am
Good. Lord. JohnFeddeler, luv :-* ~
You grow more adept by the day, by the poem, by the metaphor! Your language is shattering me with its intensity and the skill you use resonates so it's as though you've set small detonations at strategic points throughout so reading one starts a small conflagration, manageable until the next escalates the whole until by 3/4 of the way through, the explosions are constant and overwhelming...
I'm blathering. You've reduced me to it, luv. ;-*
Thank you for the need I have now...
You grow more adept by the day, by the poem, by the metaphor! Your language is shattering me with its intensity and the skill you use resonates so it's as though you've set small detonations at strategic points throughout so reading one starts a small conflagration, manageable until the next escalates the whole until by 3/4 of the way through, the explosions are constant and overwhelming...
I'm blathering. You've reduced me to it, luv. ;-*
Thank you for the need I have now...
14th Aug 2014 3:28pm
I completely agree with Savaja.
You are a great treasure to DU!
Beautifully written John. :)
You are a great treasure to DU!
Beautifully written John. :)
14th Aug 2014 3:42pm
Every time I think I write poetry, I read yours...
Thank you for always sharing
Thank you for always sharing
14th Aug 2014 5:18pm
words wonderfully woven into beautiful tapestry...truly Beautiful John, enjoyed as always!!!
14th Aug 2014 6:49pm
14th Aug 2014 10:53pm
Defiantly you are a serious poet in fact
you are poetry John! Stunning, I enjoyed this.
cheers
Broomie
you are poetry John! Stunning, I enjoyed this.
cheers
Broomie
15th Aug 2014 2:51am
my god JF....what a storyteller you are....
brillant work...absolutely brillant...
and of course, everything everybody else has said.... :)
brillant work...absolutely brillant...
and of course, everything everybody else has said.... :)
15th Aug 2014 8:04am
16th Aug 2014 4:31am
I really like the way you use word pictures found often in poetry but give then a new existence!
16th Aug 2014 4:55am
"watching her undress, it occurs to me that there are a
million things out there that could break a man’s heart
& leave him drowning in his own dreams.
in this room, there was only one…"
Amazing
"Somewhere, a sad man blows his trumpet"
I wonder if an army base lives close by?
million things out there that could break a man’s heart
& leave him drowning in his own dreams.
in this room, there was only one…"
Amazing
"Somewhere, a sad man blows his trumpet"
I wonder if an army base lives close by?
16th Aug 2014 10:29am
Shifting gears and punching it home.. and then hitting light-speed in a blurred man-blue that only you.. can craft in a thunderous ride! You're the man John!
16th Aug 2014 11:37am
Wow - it's probably a cloudy night a blackout but what is a poem without moonlight
Jeez John
That' pos modernist jazz right there - the first line of noir in blues
Jeez John
That' pos modernist jazz right there - the first line of noir in blues
16th Aug 2014 10:18pm
What a captivating thrill ride! just recite her your soul piercing poetry and she'll spare your heart the ache of fading dreams. I love this poem!
17th Aug 2014 2:50am
skip skip curtsy bow..so love it when you do these story like ones!! that left me with a grin..skip skip
20th Aug 2014 10:50am
Anonymous
20th Aug 2014 11:13am
all I can say is--awesome work..I could rant on about the particulars but I'm not that into flattery so I'll just add it :)
write on, JohnF
write on, JohnF
22nd Aug 2014 6:20am
captivating, sexy, lustful all wrapped up in the perfect dream. I do enjoy reading youso. :)
27th Aug 2014 4:14pm
Awesome job, JF. Sound insights dovetail nicely with the inspired details and the interesting word choices ratchet up the heat. "the moon hops a tailwind for parts unknown." is a great line !
