Speakeasy

sylviasearcher



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

 

 

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 22nd, 2018 08:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes I feel like life goes in circles. Like repeating the same cycles. It's the same with my poems and stories I struggle to travel anywhere except back to the start.
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  • 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?

      • Laura🌻

        Sylvia,

        A fine write!

        “She 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 💜

        • 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 👍🏼

                • 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 😉



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