After writing my last blog post, I decided to get out one of the big plastic tubs, from underneath my bed, filled with personal journals, notebooks, poetry, short stories and the beginnings of a book. I was faced with a bit of emotion because these writings cover a portion of my past life. Its interesting looking back, especially when I see how much I’ve grown as a person.
I wrote quite a bit of poetry back then, some with the echos of a melancholy violin playing in the background. ?
One poem I stumbled across, that I wrote back in the late 80’s (what a time!) about a nightclub that I frequented because my boyfriend, at the time, was the lead singer in a band that played there. I wouldn’t have called myself a writer back then, I just wrote, without realizing that I was a writer. They say writers are a observant bunch, and this poem substantiates that!
Night Tunes
Round and round, music up and down.
Your body swaying from left to right,
dancing to the beat of the night.
Sometimes, when I’m there with you,
all that glitters is gold, People partying,
dice being rolled, playing those games
under bright lit names.
I’ve seen them come and go,
I’ll see them come and go again, this I know.
Pretty women, and available men, with mind games
ready to tell over and over again.
You and I, we smoke and drink,
stepping in and out of conversations
that are always on the brink of
late night chances in disguise
of drunken romances.
Throaty laughter, liquor glasses,
all filled with different highs,
leading to drunken lies.
In and out of this game we go,
sometimes high and sometimes low,
people crowding round, just to listen to
your sensual sound.
Drinks being bought in lieu of fantasies being sought.
They’ll take me here, and there,
most of the time promises leading nowhere.
My body glistening, spinning round
to the rhythm of your beat, with its electric heat.
Strangers lusting for me, wanting what they can’t have,
little do they know I’ll remain a mystery.
All of this could be part of a movie set,
or a risky gambling bet, whichever you choose,
make sure you don’t lose this fight.
People under dim lit lights play best in the night.
