FEBRUARY 25, 2011 5:46PM

Molasses Poetry as read by Sir Fig Newton

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Understanding

I heard John
sing a song, 
a sweet melody
 
 
 
for his ocean child
with seashell eyes — 
windy smile.
 
His lyrics halved
into meaningless,
his 
heart subdued
in one 
morning moon
 
 
 
bring tears dripped
on eighth notes 
crossed out by Salinger. 
 
I listen again, 
this time through
cupped seashell,
intoxicated on
ocean musk
 
only to see
this chick
with golden hair
glimmering, shimmering 
in the floating sky.
She smiles,
 
she sings her name:
Julia.
 
 
 
 
 
John & Guitar
 


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dusted off with electric feather duster
Chuck A. Stetson
February 25, 2011 05:47 PM
Such a sweet sad memory. Very beautiful poetry.
rated with love
RomanticPoetess
February 25, 2011 05:55 PM
I love that song. So simple, so sweet, as is your poem!
scanner
February 25, 2011 06:02 PM
I have no words .......
Lunchlady 2
February 25, 2011 06:04 PM
I'm lost in your words, Chuck. A welcome pause.
♥R
FusunA
February 25, 2011 06:21 PM
this is beautiful, chuck. i like your electric feather duster comment too.
Scarlett Sumac
February 25, 2011 06:25 PM
His lyrics halved
into meaningless,
his heart subdued
in one morning moon

halved lyrics an acceptable risk we take on.
half =better than a quarter, or nothing,
always.
It seems to get its way through, somehow.

Glimmering blondies floating
can't be a bad sign.

All in all, a worthwhile experience.
Better than going to prescribed approved venues of art
around here.
James M. Emmerling
February 25, 2011 06:46 PM
I could use that feather duster...for my brain. I knew it was going to be good, you didn't let me down.
BuffyW
February 25, 2011 06:57 PM
Touching and bittersweet, Chuck...xox
Robin Sneed
February 25, 2011 07:21 PM
Two thumbs up. I am scrolling up now to add you as a favorite.
Cognitive Dissonance
February 25, 2011 07:45 PM
well, *this* is a beauty, chuck. "his ocean child," sweet julia. man, i loved that song. thanks for the reminder of something i knew so long ago.
femme forte aka candace
February 25, 2011 08:07 PM
..."intoxicated on ocean musk..." Oh, I want me some of that!
This is super!
Cathy GF
February 25, 2011 08:25 PM
When he died, I left my job as a school administrator/teacher at the american Language Center in Casablanca, and took a bus deep into the Sahara - found a Mosque, and walked around it 40 times with my dog, Doggie, playing "Imagine" on my portable radio.



-R-
markinjapan
February 25, 2011 08:39 PM
This was so gorgeous. R
Rita Bourland
February 25, 2011 08:56 PM
this is lovely.

i aspire to have only half of what i say be meaningless. right now i'm at about 85% of what i say is meaningless... the rest is just jibberish.
lorianne
February 25, 2011 10:01 PM
"dusted off with electric feather duster"


Now I see how a literary soul works a literary mind!

beautiful and zumapick
zumalicious
February 26, 2011 11:22 AM
kind o f what drives us, hm?
to sing a melody for our ocean children.

biological or literary, it barely matters anymore.

the sea is drying up at an alarming rate.
just as sea levels are rising.
paradox.

pose that one to art james, i guess.
James M. Emmerling
February 26, 2011 05:56 PM