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
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- 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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Comments7
This has a lonlyness I love. Really enjoyed this
I can relate a lot to loneliness
If she puts that gin down, I shall put this sherry down! Deal?! heehee.
No deal!
If you pass me your glass I will top you up...
No water.
Deal?
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~
Thanks for reading and enjoying 💜
Good write, love can be a trial but never give up.
Oh the lady in the poem has not. Me however. Well different story!
Very good indeed.. there is certainly more here than immediately meets the eye.. you had me coughing all the way to the John...
Coughing?
it was smokey in there
You have an impeccable flow I must admit
I had to look up a few words
Riveting write my friend 👍🏼
Thanks.
This one plays out in my head in lots of ways.
What words did you look up?
(3 - cough)
Scuppered and keeling
I have to look up nearly half the words in your poems... But I thank you for the education 😉
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