Your Tune.

In the creases of a crumpled T-shirt,
the darkening orbit of an orange pasta stain,
the unhinged playfulness of bright and living eyes…
the golden curls like mazes of cornfields – no way out –
The type you just want to twist around your finger –
I noticed you.
In the unrestrained laughter,
I would recall each word that tumbled from your lips
And hang on them, swing from them,
like branches to the safest nest,
Treasuring them as though they may break,
Repeating them as though they may cease to exist!
Words thrown in like the drop of a pin,
And the compliments like classical music,
Oh, charming violin,
Some hot and jazzy,
Like breathing on a microphone,
The blowing of saxophones,
And the grand words, the hyperboles, the amelioratives,
Arose like marching bands –
And I ran with them through the streets!
But there were also statements like nails on chalk,
personal remarks which singed my ear drums
– the sound of a lit match, the shock of fireworks –
And those quips like banging fists, throwing rocks, smashing glass…
Your lips unarched.
The battle between your music and my breath,
My fight to speak,
Then your Fidgeting hands,
Your unkempt grubby hands,
tapping away,
Your wondering hands,
wandering away forever…

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Alexandra Parapadakis

Mon 31st Jul 2017 14:25

Thanks all! X

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 16th May 2017 14:55

Headlong and effective, a torrent of words but thoughtful and well-aimed, with skill.

I must find time to go back and read more of your work.

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 16th May 2017 14:38

Have I said "this is your best work" before? If I have replace it with this piece.

You set your stall out very precisely with this one.

It's all attraction, saturation, contraction, detraction in equal measures.

You are beginning to use words in a much more piercing way.

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Stu Buck

Tue 16th May 2017 14:24

great stuff. your work reminds me of bukowski a lot, but softer, more restrained and somehow lighter (not in terms of quality just in terms of tone). enjoyed this one a lot.

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