Yellow Roses

There are yellow roses on the window sill
and a cow called Beryl, I inherited her,
I've grown fond, I place her between
my Italian vase, I bought in Rome,
its not valuable, I just loved the colours
and some weird species of plant
that is resilient and looks very green.

I had lunch with Samuel today, he has a plan.
We met back in the 80's in Israel, sometime
in the early 90's he moved lock stock and ex wife
and despite our peripatetic lives, we met up
recently, along with a double bass player called James
who comes from New Zealand but says he's Irish.
Samuel plays the violin, beautifully, achingly so,
he wants us to form a trio and play in the jazz
bar, The Blue Note, I'm not too sure,
we had a one off just before Christmas
and it went down well, I swayed in time,
the notes came so painfully I found myself crying
but I live out of town and it is a long way home.

I open up my case, the silver flashes in the
chandelier light, my gothic phase, the boys
have hung streamers, they look like webs,
somewhere in the spider tendrils,
I might buy a yellow rose and wear it in my hair
and our little trio will warm the punters
as lovers can't fail to fall for Samuel
and James with his shaggy hair and double bass.
Perhaps I will take Beryl, she deserves a treat.



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Written on 2014-01-02 at 20:18

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The world NEEDS more flute-bass-violin trios.

Rock on.
2014-01-03


countryfog
Reading you always reminds me how I too once lived in each day's possibilities, and even when they weren't realized they were there, some of their own choosing, some only if pursued. Now, nearing seventy, I mostly simply endure . . . something I can't ever see you doing, your every day a chance to wear a yellow rose in your hair.
2014-01-03


Ivan R
A poetic story, a vivid life that happens, with yellow roses and sensations everywhere, as is this poem, grand in storytelling; great life lived, and still going on
2014-01-03


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Flute? It doesn't matter. This is another enjoyable episode in the life of Elle.
2014-01-03


Chaucer Whethers
Perhaps you should take Beryl along to thei Blue Note.
A change of meadow from her shelf, so says a song.
2014-01-02