Memory of Dreams

piano

The piano danced quietly at the end of the  paintings
on her  fingertips
yet I was enriched by distraction
like the echo of red on her lips
I watched her shoulder blades bare
long and  moving
graceful and romantic

One dark mole at the base of the right shoulder
just above the low backed dress line
she smiled at her own playing
this could move mountains
of  such men as I
I know
I thought about all of the others too
and felt small among them
yet she played on

The perfume of sounds I scented
came out of the open lid of the piano
they graced her bare shoulders
and I thought of  other nights
the memories of dreams
the scent of her love passed by me
and wafted on  into the darkness
forgotten until just now

Though just as she played the last
of the beautiful lines
she turned to me and spoke softly
I love playing for you
and she smiled again
She placed one hand over her heart
and turned her legs
from the bench
her knees not quite  touching
her feet apart
high heels  shining and  her toes
pointing to each other
as if in blaming each other
reaching out her other hand to me
and then not another sound
for awhile

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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

10 thoughts on “Memory of Dreams

  • November 7, 2016 at 5:55 PM
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    So rich with wonderful imagery and romantic phrasing to capture any heart who reads. A great poem masterfully rendered Ed, and pleasing to the soul. Excellent work my friend.

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  • November 8, 2016 at 1:03 AM
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    This was a pleasure to read Ed. You captured the moment and romantic feeling perfectly.

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  • November 9, 2016 at 4:47 AM
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    Lovely poem Ed. You have captured images so vivid and real. I enjoyed reading this and thank you so much for sharing

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  • November 9, 2016 at 10:59 AM
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    Thank you Anjana , that means a lot !

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  • November 9, 2016 at 10:59 AM
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    John my friend , Thank you !

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  • November 9, 2016 at 11:00 AM
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    Thank you Tony – I appreciate that .

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  • November 9, 2016 at 11:01 AM
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    Phyllis, you are so kind ! And such a hard worker !

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  • November 30, 2016 at 4:09 PM
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    Beautiful story Ed, or dream, whatever! lol The older I get the harder it is to hold onto my dreams long enough to remember them though I want to. Is that just me or does it have to do with age? I wonder.

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  • November 30, 2016 at 4:50 PM
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    Oh Jackie , our dreams , imaginations , our fantasies are perhaps all we can truly have that are ours alone – You write so well of yours and always have , many of us envy that you know ! .

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