Michael Anthony
Michael Anthony
Jan 28, 2021

Down at O'Leary's

They were playing that slow song
I remembered from years ago
She was dancing by herself
while the band kept playing

I wasn’t listening to my heart
trying to save me
from my talent for the wrong move
and wounds that haven’t healed

The way she looked at me though
seemed to suggest,
between the music and hardened hearts,
that we might find a way

There on the dance floor
among the smoke and the beer
we bandaged our broken dreams
so they would hold fast
for just one more day

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Sometimes, what might appear to be a mistake can turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to us.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski

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Comments

Lavender

Hello, Michael,
I can only say that after reading your poem, I seem to have a wonderful, wide smile. I think it has brought back a great memory or two.
Thank you!
L

C

This poem has a dreamy quality to it. Lovely as it carries you along well done the imagery is right there

Geezer

For a minute, I thought that this was about me and my first wife! She was standing there, swaying to the juke-box, while my friend was trying to fix me up with her girlfriend and I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The rest is history!
I was totally into this story and can't find anything to criticize! ~ Geez.
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