Orpheus in a house party

House parties seldom are befitting
For a sentimental soul like me.
But I like drinking just like the next man,
And drinking aloneís for alcoholics.
So, I find myself in one of these
Displays of Bacchic abandon again
Surrounded by boys and girls who lack
Even a speck of grace and poetry
Till I saw a vision of an angel before me.

She sat gin drunk up on the stairs.
She had stars in her hair
Stars in her hair
Knees folded, hair loose, so pretty
Unfurled like a flower
As inviting me to come over
Rosy cheeks so lady like
As I drew closer
Like a poem
Written in candle light, yes, by a monk,
Ethereal, pure, a ghostly power,
Touched by spirits, carried on Ezekielís chariot!
And then she threw up right there on the stairs.

Rowdy, rowdy, ravenous rave queen
Touched by spirits is right, dancing without care
Dare I say in my mind I was writing her
A symphony, but no, it seems,
Sheís a four-chord song with a pop sheen.
This always happens when Iím charmed to dream.

Then when I aimed to turn and look away
She socked a guy for touching her the wrong way
Then when she gained my interest again
She sucked face with the hockey captain

Then I realized Iím an idiot. I always do this.
The first pretty girl I see I start making poems
Instead of talking to them and conversating.
Now Iíll get back to my original plan
And that is to start drinking.

Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2017-10-31 at 04:06

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Purple Puddles
Such a beautiful observation.
My fav lines:
"Unfurled like a flower
As inviting me to come over"

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I've met that angel a hundred times, and it's always worked out for me as it did for you. Drinking first probably is the better strategy. I enjoyed this poem, Sameen.

I like this very much. You play with Greek myth while writing about a modern thing like a house party. Very commendable. I also like the way you gave both tangible and intangible qualities to the characters.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
A romantic sees beauty where beauty lies, disregarding sometimes jarring realities (vomiting on the stairs, "sucking face" with the hockey captain.) The romantic has no defense against him/herself, so your poem illustrates.

"Four chord" is interesting, the fourth chord being a minor or seventh, which implies the object of your affection had more to her than her stairway personae suggests.

From this came self-realization, it wasn't a wasted evening.

I got a lot from your poem.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoy these story poems written with such grace and humor and with just the right combination of words. You are really back to your best, Sameen. I much enjoyed this poem. Love the tittle. :)