Rakish Tilt

Rakish Tilt

A Poem by Joli Dy

When you leaned against the doorframe,

Everything about you was slightly askew,

Like a felted fedora worn on a whim,

A dash of panache, pulled down at the brim


You, the sublime and rakish tilt to my life.


Even my photographs whisper to me

That you were a beautiful mistake,

Side-eye smile, smokes rolled in a sleeve

More Errol Flynn than today could ever believe


You, climbing a fountain to convince the world that you love me.


When you leaned against the doorframe,

You studied my form sprawled in a chair

Reading Dickens and puffing my cheeks just so

Dangling a sandal from my little toe


You, once again out of step with time and me.


With you it was ice and sunbeams,

Always a sunbeam on you, swear to God.

You even smelled like sun, like a summer beach,

Ice cracking, tumbler of Chivas in reach


You, with your hands exploring me instead.


When you leaned against the doorframe,

You seemed solid as the house, itself.

I lean there when I miss you, and I see

The world stands straighter, smelling like me


Me, wanting you more than the air I breathe.

© 2024 Joli Dy


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This one leaves me breathless.

Posted 2 Days Ago


Joli Dy

1 Day Ago

That makes me happy.
I sipped on bourbon, opened the shades, and tilted my eyes and mind on this one. "Ice and sunbeams"...how well they do mix for a bit, all things melting which is that doorframe and more. Who would lean but to dwell on a statement or wonder, " What exactly are you ?" To study the lines and openings, to decide whether to stay or leave but maybe before they do...A beautiful missing of a "straightening".

Posted 4 Days Ago


Joli Dy

1 Day Ago

Your reviews are a delight. Thank you for always making me think.
Perdition

1 Day Ago

An absolute pleasure, of course, "Talent on this measure is quite rare".
I learned a new wor today!
rak·ish
/ˈrākiSH/
adjective
having or displaying a dashing, jaunty, or slightly disreputable quality or appearance.
"he had a rakish, debonair look"

LOL! Also, I always thought Chivas was spelled Chevis. I confess, I had to look it up!

This poem has many layers. I love your Love of this tilt!

Posted 4 Days Ago


Joli Dy

4 Days Ago

Then I've given you a gift. "Rakish" is a wonderful, playful word - so fun on the lips. Use it! 🙂

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Added on November 30, 2024
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Joli Dy
Joli Dy

New Orleans , LA



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