[inspired by the prompt at Totally Optional Prompts. The short poem offered as the prompt inspired me to write this poem about a memory. I wanted to post it much sooner, but I've been out of Internet range since early Thursday morning.]
American Loire Song
Young musicians far from home,
we explored the streets of Orleans
that mild summer evening.
Our wanderings took us
along a city-caged river in a small stone canyon,
past shops closed for the day,
roads nearly empty at the end of the day.
In the neighborhood of our hotel
floated the silk voice of a saxophone,
singing above and through the dusk.
It sang smooth and slow,
mellow and warm, with nothing to prove,
and it sang a smile into my heart.
Monday, October 22, 2007
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Saxaphone memories, you can't beat them.
Hi, aka danny - I've got a real soft spot for just that sound.
I really like the picture you paint here.
its beautiful, the melancholic ending in a smile.
i loved the line with ´´ nothing to prove ´´. and the way you used the past tense here...
Thanks, J.
Hello, crimsonflaw, and thanks. You know, I never considered anything but past tense since it is based on a memory of a real event. I may have to play with what it would feel like in a different tense, just for fun.
You create a scene of youth and adventure. Your poem brings me back to my traveling days, and stirs my wanderlust.
Thanks, Mariacristina. If my calculations are correct, I was 17 at the time of the memory this is based on. I'm glad I conveyed some of that.
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