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tangled between a man who doesn’t care
a waitress who seems to care
and a conscience that cares too much.
Cuban tunes lace Mexican dreams;
cloud the reality I left behind
tucked under a cushion
on our dirty cream suede couch.
I sip my margarita, watch them dance
feel the thump, the twang, taste the tang.
Senioritas twirl, orange skirts become a blur
behind the mumble and slur of his speech.
Then I remember.
I’m still in Greece.
In the restaurant near the bus stop.
The only one left standing.
This is a poem from my latest collection, Fabric, which is now available. Please support the life of poetry today by spreading the news about Fabric. Perhaps you might even like to purchase a copy for yourself?
The e-book is only $1.99 and the paperback $5.50.
The e-book is only $1.99 and the paperback $5.50.
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Special thanks to Matthew MacNish, Cathy Powell, Eightcuts Gallery, Glynis Smy, Karen Jones Gowen, and LM Preston for helping me promote yesterday and today!
Jessica, great picture to accompany this poem, I find myself reading your poetry aloud to savour it.
ReplyDeleteOooh! That's a nice compliment, Cathy. Thanks!
DeleteVery nice, Jessica! As I said, you are multi-talented.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alex. :o)
DeleteLOve your poem, but now I'm wondering...what's under the cushion?
ReplyDeleteHehe, think Greeks and mattresses :)
DeleteLove this, Jessica. You have such an amazing power to wield words.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Shannon!
DeleteThat is wonderful, such imagery.
ReplyDeleteCheers, Carole!
DeleteWhat can I say, perfect! I felt it!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you posted a poem here from your new poetry book, Fabric.It gives a clearer understanding for me of your work. I loved how you carried me away in verse 2 and 3 before reality hit.
Each verse had so much there!
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks so much, Jacqueline. I'm really pleased you liked it!
DeleteLove poetry--and songwriting. I've written many in my time. Now I'm a published author, with many novels waiting in the wings. I'm originally from Melbourne too, now living in the U.K. Maybe something in the magical air of Australia planted our creative seeds.
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Lovely to meet a fellow Melbournian! :) Thanks for dropping by, Francene.
DeleteBeautiful poem! Let's keep poetry Alive! - Love that!
ReplyDeleteCheers, Tyrean! :)
DeleteI found you on LM Preston's site and had to drop by. I love the cover of your book. I think the poem above is beautifully written. It actually gave me goosebumps. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI am your newest follower.
~Jess
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Thank you!. Just popped by your blog, Jess, and clicked that follow button. I'll be sure to check you out better a little later! :)
DeleteVery nice Jessica!
ReplyDeleteI'm just back from Amazon.com, where I purchased the book!
Thank you so much, Pat! :)
DeleteLovely! I felt myself right there in that scene.
ReplyDeleteWell, that's a fabulous thing. Thank you!
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