Savannah
Rotund tourists wander the street below
drinking lukewarm beer out of plastic cups
and watching the Savannah river flow,
and Chuck’s in a corner playing guitar
for the plaid shorts and polo shirts, standing
in all their pastel glory at the bar.
Karla is on her fourth mojito, and
trying hard to catch his eye, as he segues
from Kentucky Woman to Fire and Rain;
joining the chorus , she stands on her chair
chugs back the remains of her mojito
and drunkenly punches the empty air.
Time, time is a disappearing muse
in time, in time, you feel every wound.
I’m participating in the month long sonnet challenge over at dVerse. This is my second attempt, the first can be found here. This one has an ABACDCEFEGG rhyming scheme. I wrote it after reading Jilly’s excellent dVerse post on enjambment.
The poem revisits content from two poems that were published in Cyphers magazine and a song lyric I wrote. The song lyric had a different rhyme scheme, shorter lines, a chorus, and of course more room to play (there’s always room for an extra verse).
Not sure how well this works, but it was fun trying.
This is a rooftop poem – needs to be shouted out loud in that bar and maybe have a video to go with it. Really, really great. (Wish I could say it better than using ‘really’ twice – maybe I should get more sleep, huh?)
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Thanks Alexander, much appreciated!
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Whoa! Love the specificity of this – the names and places – that’s what makes it so compelling! The musician in you brings this to life. Standing / And as rhyming words gives this a sense of rhythm that goes beyond the poetry. Love this, Jim!
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Agreed. It paints a picture vivid enough to almost walk into.
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Thanks Ellen, much appreciated!
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Thanks Jilly, glad you like it, enjambment rules!!
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Ha. So fun. And so clearly remembered–at least a similar scene is.
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Thank you, much appreciated!
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I really love how you played out the scene with all the names and partying.. and then the last couplet making me think of the morning after having a hangover.
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Thanks Bjorn, and thanks also for all the good work you guys do over at dVerse!
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Pardon me for saying that this is a sonnet worthy of Jimmy Buffet nights and several Heineken’s — for the “pastel glory” if nothing else. Glorious!
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Thanks Charley, and thanks for the Jimmy Buffet nod…..'”looking for that lost shaker of salt” …JIM
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“I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll….” You are welcome!
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I thought this excellent. Both form (of which I know little but this teaches) and the content, the narrative.
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Thank you, I find writing to a form is hard work, but it can be rewarding if it I can get at least some of it right.
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I like the thought of time being a disappearing muse and this line: “in all their pastel glory at the bar.”
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Thanks Frank for noticing those two lines…I kind of like them myself!
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“In all their pastel glory at the bar” is my favorite line. It made me smile. I found this poem so entertaining.
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Thank you Sophia, glad you liked it!
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You’ve executed this poem with lots of scene of party and all around poetic feel. Excellent write. 🙂
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Thank you Charlie!
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🙂
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An impressive piece, Jim, with a great mysterious and sorrowful conclusion. I cannot help but see James Taylor as a kind of sad reminder of the past and I don’t know why that is. A very human piece, everybody’s looking for something (yes I know what sweet dreams made of 😸), how we dress and act, does it matter? And still there are no time machines.
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Thanks Steve. Yep, James was (is) a melancholy bloke and a deceptively poetic song writer(“geese in flight and dogs that bite/ and signs that may be omens”). Like the Eurythmics reference!
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I like this. Needs to be read with a drawl. It’s got its own music, you’ve kept the rules but made it conversational.
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Thank you, much appreciated!
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