Polo Memories
by
Beverley McInnis
copyright 09-09-2001
Age Rating: 18 to 127
today
at noon
I touched the sky
and
fell back to earth again
tumbling
laughing
loving every crazy moment
smiling widely
I thought of you
as I signed the bottom line
I breathed deeply
remembering the musky smell
of after-shave
mingled with the freshness of the late afternoon shower
as the drops glistened on your tanned skin
reflecting sunlight
shining through the closed blinds
reminding us we were in paradise
in dream land
where there is never goodbye
Nor long distance bills
Or telephones that die
from batteries long over-used
With my ticket held tightly
I touched the sky
and
fell back to earth again
tumbling
laughing
loving every crazy moment
smiling widely
as
I thought of you
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Regarding your Canuck remark, you are right on. I wrote that and a couple of others in the style of 'Joe From Winnipeg' who was on CBC Manitoba - a friend of mine who is related sent me the CD and I liked his formula too so I did that piece and sent it up to him as a lark. Well, I posted it elsewhere for awhile and guess what? I got some attention from radio people! I'll post the others soon. I do give him tribute on one of them, and neglected to copy/paste it over here.
I do not imitate the pidgin here like some haoles do to fit in. I am a real haole, Kawika Haole.
Thank you again for the wonderful comments. John, you are definitely correct in your perception of the poem. Polo is his aftershave and he is definitely far away from me....but only in miles, not in the heart. ~~smiling~~
A loved one who lives far away perhaps Bev? A few days of perfect bliss where nothing else in the world matters, a few days where memorys become trapped inside your mind only to be released later, bringing forth vivid images of the joy you shared.
Then again.......Perhaps I have got it all wrong Bev, perhaps there is another meaning to this fine read.
Isn't it heady to take a moment to just reflect? And isn't it strange that of all the things we could remember, the littlest things are those that bring a smile? Nice job, very intimate reflections.
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