sylviasearcher

Speakeasy



The swirling haze of smokes embrace

The ambivalent look upon her painted face

Red lips puckered

She exhales plans scuppered

As he watches amongst the jazz beat

The girl who reappeared each week

Always sitting waiting in that seat 

 

One day inspired by music and gin

She was bold and danced right up to him

Red lips puckered

Her best intentions scuppered

She had an argument with her heels

Fell with the most vibrant zeel

Found herself before him kneel

 

Thankful for the mirrors and smoke

She vanished before the spell was broke

Red lipstick bleeding

She lost what she was needing 

Instead gained a shameful feeling

From gin and music keeling

She stole her heart from heeling

 

The swirling haze of smokes embrace

The ambivalent look upon her painted face

Red lips puckered

She exhales plans scuppered

As he watches amongst the jazz beat

The girl who reappeared each week

Always sitting waiting in that seat

 

 

 

Comments9

  • Claudelle DeLuna

    Beautiful poem! Sylvia
    love the music video as well.
    on a personal note, I think repeating cycles is another way we portray our sense of loyalty.
    😊

    • sylviasearcher

      I wonder if I'm waiting to get things right!

      • Claudelle DeLuna

        I wonder that too, meanwhile I just continue embracing my imperfect self.
        walking hand in hand with my loyalty towards the creator, family and the things I stand for, inside me all the way to the grave, when the time comes.
        **C**

      • H. Ray Davis

        This has a lonlyness I love. Really enjoyed this

        • sylviasearcher

          I can relate a lot to loneliness

        • orchidee

          If she puts that gin down, I shall put this sherry down! Deal?! heehee.

          • sylviasearcher

            No deal!
            If you pass me your glass I will top you up...
            No water.
            Deal?

          • Scrambled Letters

            Those were some times. I like

          • Laura

            Sylvia,

            A fine write!

            β€œShe had an argument with her heels”
            That is such a great line!

            I enjoyed the poem and the song!

            ~Laura~

            • sylviasearcher

              Thanks for reading and enjoying πŸ’œ

            • Goldfinch60

              Good write, love can be a trial but never give up.

              • sylviasearcher

                Oh the lady in the poem has not. Me however. Well different story!

              • Neville

                Very good indeed.. there is certainly more here than immediately meets the eye.. you had me coughing all the way to the John...

                • sylviasearcher

                  Coughing?

                  • Neville

                    it was smokey in there

                  • whisperingquill

                    You have an impeccable flow I must admit
                    I had to look up a few words
                    Riveting write my friend πŸ‘πŸΌ

                    • sylviasearcher

                      Thanks.

                      This one plays out in my head in lots of ways.

                      What words did you look up?

                      (3 - cough)

                    • whisperingquill

                      Scuppered and keeling

                      • sylviasearcher

                        I have to look up nearly half the words in your poems... But I thank you for the education πŸ˜‰



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