Strumming my fingertips on top of the steering wheel
Winding conscientiously past the Old Markham pubs.
A drunken chorus of the song vibrates in a nostalgic memory
As I reminisced upon us, seated before the musicians,
Each one “three sheets to the wind,” and no faces to recall.
And suddenly your laughter resounds sonorously;
A delight to my ears.
Bittersweet visions of your innocent smile and your conniving smirk engulf me,
And my lips tremble in a dilemma between humming “Ra Ra Rasputin,”
And “The Lion Sleeps Tonight.”
Which of these did you resemble? I wonder.
Sweet you were, even in your bitterness.
R. A. Douglas
July 5, 2016.
You could only be British with that bag of references! 🙂
Robert (York, England).
Thanks for the Like, my friend. 🙂
Aha no no. I am Canadian.
Ah – Canada is one of my favourite places in the world. What is a ‘flirtashez’?
Kindness – Robert. 🙂
Flirtashez was a high school nickname and msn name.
I was called Daysy at school – I rather disliked it at the time – for obvious reasons. So I guess you were a bit flirty back then? 🙂
Hmm. If’n you say so.
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Fantastic poetry. I really enjoyed reading this, can’t wait to see more of your work.
“Sweet you were, even in your bitterness”
That is a beautiful line. Great poem
I really enjoyed this, it’s lovely
“Conniving smirk” – beautiful phrasing and I’m shocked I never heard it directed at me 😉 thank you for this piece
Went through several of your poems on here. You are definitely gifted.
Beautiful imagery and loved the undercurrent of humour.
Thank you 🙂