To Sam and Dave


Poignant by proxy, it seemed,
as I saw myself on a slow slide,
denying all disastrous days,
now nameless without content
other than the haunting reminiscence,
a song, a word and a faded place
so full of adolescent aspiration
and a longing that is almost tangible.

Yes, yes, I can see it all, even your face
as you lean over to whisper
the price of heavily pressed charcoal
with your most secretive voice.

Once upon a lost summer night,
my back against the tilted roof,
I perforated the starry sky
with pure madness to the sight
of an erratic light spinning
way out of control.

All it takes is a song.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-02-27 at 20:51

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Amazingly, I just posted a poem about music and started reading other postings the first two of which are about music!
This one caught my eye because of the title. Sam and Dave were my favorites along with James Brown when I was young. Hold On, I'm Coming is my all-time favorite. Great write.
2009-03-15



Expertly written with striking images and a whimsical tone. It used to astonish me that not everyone reacts to music emotionally. I have a friend who has told me many times that he simply does not "get" music. Songsters like Sam and Dave combine their passionate lyrics with perfect instrumentals and what results is pure magic. The early Dionne Warwick can still make me cry and a raga by Ravi Shankar can make me jump for joy.

I like the way you combine the celestial (perforated starry sky) with the mundane (the price of charcoal). I look forward to reading more of your work.
2009-03-02


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2009-02-28


Brian Oarr
Not many of us left who still remember Sam and Dave, Bob --- I'm guessing the song may have been "When Something is Wrong with My Baby".

The tone and wording of this piece are just a pleasure to read. I loved the start "Poignant by proxy". Good stuff!
2009-02-27