Lyric

locked away

in her own mind

sitting silently

the bar-stool like a prop

perched

trying not to be analytical

watching encounters

comings and goings

couples around her

conjoined by tequila

in pre-sunrise moments

shooting jello

like whisky that sours

swapping old stories

and old cars

with a grain of salt

shaken not stirred

in the misty waters

of a tear-stained page

silently she notes

the memory

of a slow dance

on saw dusted floors

with two step promenades

clandestine embraces

in the dimly lit corners

hung like a ballad

on a slow long note

that echoes in the night

humming to the tune

of a long forgotten song

that silenced years ago

in the wake of a muse

the death of a sonnet

perched on the bar-stool

trying not to be analytical

watching each move

placed with precision

like the words of a haiku

by a forgotten poet

drinking a glass of regret

in the closing hours

of a smoke filled room

jotting down

......each pass

............each line

...................each flirt

trying not to be analytical

in the lyric of a poem

bj smith 

aka shallimarRose

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note

Thank you for reading.. feel free to comment/critique

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

conjoined by tequila
in pre-sunrise moments -- love these lines...so clever!

This was a very observational write with a lot of clever and witty wordplay. You use language well, and I appreciate that so deeply! This has texture, style, even scents and tastes. Also, the flow was quite nice, which I always appreciate as well. Nicely penned.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Sarah.. I always appreciate hearing from you.. xo Rose

[B-poet]

A clever & interesting write. I liked the lyrical journey you've displayed here. Great work. An enjoyable write & read. :)

[shallimarRose]

Thanks Brian for taking time to ck out my rr.. huggs, Rose

[Pete Langley]

Yes, this has real atmosphere...of an observer trying not to observe, not analyse, but to soak up the nuances of the night musically, lyrically....and succeeding completely! Recited - as I did - the piece has a superb rhythm which really accentuates the sultry scheming of the mating game. Well done, lass. P.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you for reading Pete.. I am glad you got this so well... xo Rose