Canteloupe
April 16, 2009 at 6:25 pm | Posted in poetry, prosepoemthingy, writing | 9 CommentsTags: ari, poetry, whatever, writing for fun
by Herbie Hancock, tag writing with soundtrack, the sheerest of self indulgences, barely more than grey smoke curling around her hips and manifest in a blaze of red across a spring valley, the rushing of water and inevitable tumbling fishyfish til reaching land we discover Canteloupe Island herbiehancockstyle, insert missing link haha.
What purpose is there in bald description, or vast arrays of explication splashed across the night sky, it must be an arrangement by which we can chart some …
Ari! get back here son. There’ll be no chasing of horses for you,
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Oh my Goodness! I was walking past Ann Summers the other day and…
This is clever and more clever, tsk.
Haha, I am blaming it all on Aubrey Beardsley at the moment.
Comment by Narnie— April 16, 2009 #
Written by R. V. Braddock and C. Putman, Jr.
He said I’ll love you ’til I die
She told him you’ll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind
He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she’d come back again
Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you
I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn’t see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I’d seen him smile in years
(Chorus)
He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today
(Spoken)
You know she came to see him one last time
Oh and we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he’s over her for good.
R.V.Braddock & C.Putnam
Comment by Dysthymiac— April 16, 2009 #
Love this – especially the rhythm of the first paragraph. Sweet.
Cool, thankyou.
Comment by Elizavetta— April 17, 2009 #
Your words once again flow like music, Paul.
Thanks, Bryan. I am working my way towards something but I’m not sure what yet.
Comment by poeticgrin— April 17, 2009 #
Fine, musical wordsmithing.
Thankyou, Aletha.
Comment by Aletha— April 17, 2009 #
‘splashed across the night sky’: awesome.
So is herbie hancock, never’d heard him before. I think it is important to understand the characters you reference in order to get a full appreciation of what you write. cheers.
Herbie Hancock is amazingly cool. He’s played with most of the greats. Cheers to you too, wonderful Harmonie.
Comment by harmonie22— April 17, 2009 #
music and adventure and floating into an island at night! this is a very dreamy escape
It was a very dreamy escape for me too, Mrs Ott.
Comment by mrs. sarah ott— April 17, 2009 #
I have turned comment moderation on. I love the comments but it’s easier if I grab them all and answer them all and then shoot them out here. Most of you know who I am and where I am anyway. And I am getting slower as I get older and more focused.
Comment by Paul— April 17, 2009 #
beautiful! what purpose indeed 🙂 …
Comment by Mental Mist— April 18, 2009 #