The Dull Woman Remembers Wild
We drowned our days in music
Snapping fingers on the front porch
Jazzing the heat with beach waves
The four of us joyriding
Doo-whopping with the top down
It was our gospel
Our riff of salvation
Our syncopated heart
My guy would wander over
At the end of the day
When he got off work
And the cool came out to play
My sweet temptation
My funky wonder
My untamed soul
After the sun went home
And the kids toddled off to bed
We turned up the volume
On those moonlit smoky nights
Feasting on the rhythmic intoxications
Those mercy mercy miracles
Those streets just made for dancing
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Feasting what a great word
And you had me at the title
Excuse me?
What a plethora of groove!!
“My guy would wander over
At the end of the day
When he got off work
And the cool came out to play
My sweet temptation
My funky wonder
My untamed soul ”
This stanza alone has so many references.
The last two lines are beautiful and just as clever.
Awesome!
XOXO
Thanks, Tabitha. My nod toward Motown.
Thank you for this.
I love Motown! You got me – great summer vibes!
Those mercy, mercy miracles
So cool
Very lovely
I love the rhythms in this poem! Dance on!
Wow. I started singing “Dancing in The Street” before I finished the poem. Love the rhythm and depth of images. Such a fun poem on a stormy day.
Yay! Love the dull woman!