dVerse Poetics: Musical Muse

Mish is prompting for the dVerse Poetics today. She asks us to reach inside our musical muse and use lines from a favorite song to craft a poem. This is also being posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads – Bits of Inspiration ~ Keep Dancing
Susie is our host and wants us to write about dancing because everything nowadays is sooooo negative  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/bits-of-inspiration-keep-dancing.html .  I have chosen the haibun form and Hall and Oates song, One on One…because long ago in a galaxy far far away…

One on One
Two a.m. – hot humid summer night. A fine drizzle of rain has coated everything with a fine sheen of wet, including me. I am sitting on my back steps unable to sleep. Sounds of insects, an occasional insomniac bird twittering – the soft whining and clacking sound as the rare car goes over the bridge across the verge of the woods. From a passing car I hear faint and haunting – one on one I want to play that game tonight…My mind blanks and supplies the internal movie: A hot summer day after we had done sword forms and were sitting on our back steps drinking lemonade and listening to the radio. A new song comes on – Hall and Oates, one of our favorites: one on one and the gold satin voice of Darryl Hall soulfully croons:
“Oh oh I can feel the magic of your touch
And when you move in close a little bit means so much”

“I like this song” , you suddenly say. “Teach me to dance to it” and we stand – I smile up at you and say, “I lead”.  I place my hand on your belly, feel you warm through your tee shirt. “Center of balance – here. Up on the balls of your feet.” I put my arm around your waist, my hand nestled in the small of your back. Taking your hand I move against you, pulling you after me; quick quick slow – quick quick slow. You are light and graceful. “Are we fighting or are we dancing?” I laugh into your chest, “Sometimes my love, it is the same thing.” One on one I want to play that game tonight….You bend and laugh softly in my ear. “Rhumba…you are teaching me the rhumba. You are a sneaky ballroom dancer girl.” I pull your hips tight against me and rotate against you. You sigh….”you are a cruel ballroom dancer girl.” The song ends and the radio on our steps blares out some song we care nothing about.  But later, we dance again, to our own music.

The movie in my mind stops. I open my eyes. Silence now except for the whisper of rain on the leaves of the trees.  The song is past, gone down a road of darkness.

dark music floats in
the summer night – lonely songs
that drench the heart like rain

40 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. nosaintaugustine
    Aug 15, 2017 @ 20:37:06

    Beautiful rendering of how a happy memory can evolve for us in meaning. Great storytelling in the prose and I like that you used the rain in the haiku because that line about being coated with a sheen rain was vivid for me in the prose. Lovely!

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  2. jade
    Aug 15, 2017 @ 21:06:29

    Whew! This is VERY sexy! I love this part:

    “Are we fighting or are we dancing?” I laugh into your chest, “Sometimes my love, it is the same thing.” One on one I want to play that game tonight.

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  3. rosemawrites
    Aug 15, 2017 @ 22:51:31

    ” “Are we fighting or are we dancing?” I laugh into your chest, “Sometimes my love, it is the same thing.””

    ooooooooh. this is subtly sensual and ever sweet. the ending, as nostalgic and melancholic, still fit. beautiful.

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  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Aug 16, 2017 @ 00:41:51

    Lovely memory.. especially the parallel between fighting and dancing… in some cases so much the same. Love your prose.

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  5. maria
    Aug 16, 2017 @ 04:40:23

    Oh wow. The scenes keep playing on my mind after reading this.

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  6. Sherry Marr
    Aug 16, 2017 @ 06:35:41

    Oh you took me rihht into that moment, like it was now, not a memory…..then the return to the porch steps and the lonely songs that drench the heart like rain. Sigh.

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  7. sarahrussellpoetry
    Aug 16, 2017 @ 09:44:54

    Those kind of memories are the best. Ah, yes.

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  8. Charley
    Aug 16, 2017 @ 11:55:17

    Yep! There are songs that pull you into another dimension, another time, another being. Your poem attests to that. All that and America’s Premier R&B Band. 🙂

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    • kanzensakura
      Aug 16, 2017 @ 17:16:15

      And I don’t miss Darryl’s House for anything. I always thought Darryl Hall was so sexy even though I don’t care for blonde men. My lover at the time threatened to dye his hair blond and his eyes made round (He was Japanese). Some folks are just too funny.

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      • Charley
        Aug 16, 2017 @ 19:40:44

        Indeed. Too funny! When I was in Korea, the fashion for young women was to get their eye “folds.” It didn’t make them look more “American,” it just made them look surprised.

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  9. Jane Dougherty
    Aug 16, 2017 @ 15:16:46

    I love the haiku, the contrasts—dark, summer, rain, heart—and you make something so naturally right with them.

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  10. Mary (tqhousecat)
    Aug 16, 2017 @ 18:47:02

    Rain is music and creates music. It can turn me inside out and reveal the core. Love this!

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  11. Mish
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 00:09:45

    A vivid haibun….oh queen of haibun, you never disappoint but this for me, was a masterpiece of emotion and nostalgia and the dialogue brought it to life. Bravo!

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  12. mother wintermoon
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 01:10:20

    Are we fighting or are we dancing? … Both are filled with passion; I love the way you made the connection between the two. Silence now except for the whisper of rain on the leaves of the trees…splendid! This halibun is an evocative work of word art, which brings the dynamic of this relationship into the reader’s heart and soul.

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  13. ladynyo
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 13:24:34

    Oh~! So beautifully sensual. (I felt like a voguer.) You drew me right in, and I was swayed by your magic. Lovely, Toni

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  14. Susie Clevenger (@wingsobutterfly)
    Aug 18, 2017 @ 14:25:38

    You led us into your memory so beautifully. I could hear the rain, the music, and see you dancing. Beautiful writing. Thanks so much for writing for the prompt.

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  15. alisonhankinson
    Aug 18, 2017 @ 14:52:46

    Are we fighting or are we dancing? I think this should be my metaphor for life…

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  16. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar
    Aug 18, 2017 @ 21:12:46

    Haibun is one of my favorite poetic forms as it glides along beautifully with description and feeling. Loved this memory – or I certainly hope it is!

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  17. Frank Hubeny
    Aug 19, 2017 @ 19:55:27

    Interesting idea about fighting and dancing being the same thing–both are relating.

    Reply

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