joey played the saxophone
raucus loud and strong
raunchy reedwork reaching ravers
trippling off his tongue
zoe sang it like a bird
long limbed luscious lithe
moves to keep eyeballs popping
while libidos writhe
"hello joey, how are you tonite?" a soft voice asked
such familiarity in the eyes "yes i'm good thank you"
yes too much famiarity in those eyes "do I know you?"
"ha ha ha i'm Chelista you should!" widest smiling eyes
Thirty years drifted past since joe lived in those eyes
Chel was the one that got away and he knew it
joey was the love of her life and together they blew it
sitting close recounting days and joys holding hands again
Joey played the saxophone
mellow breathy blue
re-living reverie regretting
love he once knew
Zoe sang a moon dance
made poor joey flutter
he'd danced beneath that moon before
loving zoe's mother
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Something I published a while ago when i was on MPS as Burning Embers. I\\\'m in a dry spot at the moment so i may re-publish some of my old works instead of writing afresh.\r\nThis piece is based upon a true story.
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Here's a word I learned from good ole' Michael. "Penultimate"! The penultimate stanza is my favorite one. And I was a bit confused at first, but this is a story about a man who's wife has died, and joey is in some sort of place where he meets an old lover. Then we find out that Zoe is joey's daughter and that they are doing their best to move on. Is that about right? Either way, a bit sad but I enjoyed it.
To clarify, Joey is playing sax in a band where Zoe is the singer. At the gig Joey meets Chelista who was his lover 30 years previously and finds out that Zoe is Chelista's daughter who he knew as a tiny child (not his child). Story is based upon fact, Joey is me.
Thank you for commenting, sorry you found it confusing.
Well holy moly was I wrong. I'll have to go back and read it, I'm sure the pieces are in there somewhere. I did enjoy the read though, and thank you for the clarity.
Your comments above do help but it stands in its own right - an amazing read in an exciting form - so glad you reposted it. It's a fave for me.
there is a beauty here and that's for sure.. it just had to be autobiographical.......... coincidence, karma, fate.. who knows but bloomin lovely.... Neville
Strange how coincidence or fate sometimes brings things together as in this surprising piece of amazing re-posting. - - thanks for sharing it D.A.
Wonderful write, fate can have such wonderful impact on our lives.
Beautifully done just before I try to drif off!
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