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CHOICE
At this psychological moment,
Curiously cut off from the gyrating frenzy around me,
When all that remains
Is a tantalising memory
Of the cool roundness
Of an upper arm
Closely held on a darkened floor
In some distant time past-
Dark eyes under weighted lids,
And a half-smile on an upturned face…
I catch myself wondering:
Just suppose…
Given the choice again…
Would I…?
And then the girl across the table
Leans over, bemused,
Waves five fingers under my nose,
And says: “ Dance?”
…And the spell is broken…
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Comments
Rosina
Your take of ths is spot on: it was indeed a past memory ( not the local talent being oggled!!) that got me drifting away from the moment, in the disco.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Psyve
A moment caught
A moment caught
in the film of the inner eye
revised, reflected onto your sight
right now intense and real again,
it tells of such tiny things that stay in our memory
to come back and show themselves,
we wonder why,
the time, the place, such commonplace things
can hold on fast and become epitomes of actual experienced happenings,
the stuff that poetry brings.
Love Ann of Norway
Ann
Indeed, you are right.
One does wonder why such small commonplace things stay with us in our memory.
I suppose it is part of what makes us individual human beings.
Thank you for stopping by to read this one...
Psyve
Shirl,
Thank you for taking the time to read this and coment.
Am glad you liked the imagery of that moment.
Psyve