Power Outage

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    Ravel is the composer of "Bolero" (the song this dance took place to). Probably one of the most passion filled songs of all time (depending on your musical taste).

    Power Outage





    Softly she sips
    through blood red lips
    Steam rises from the cup
    fading into the air

    There's a glow in her eye
    from the candle by her side,
    my thoughts drift to fantasy,
    from her beauty beyond compare

    Outside the winter wind blows
    the fireplace fights off the cold,
    the old radio plays a tune
    I take her hand in mine

    Her skin so soft and smooth
    to a slow song we start to move,
    this passionate embrace
    a moment frozen in time

    Ravel's slow build sets the tone,
    passion rises with gentle moans,
    warm breath dances through the flutes,
    hips swivel to the drums steady beat

    Thick socks on a hardwood floor,
    wind pounding at the front door
    Her silken gown flowing as she
    glides with resplendence and ease

    A smile illuminates her face,
    my heartbeat quickens in pace,
    mind fills with anticipation,
    cymbals crash in the crescendo of the song

    We look in each other's eyes
    seen only by the candlelight,
    leaning in for the kiss,
    and suddenly.....
    the lights come back on



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    rsalassi commented on Power Outage

    07-18-2010

    Being the literalist that I am, one question: how can the two of be listening to the Bolero (which, coincidentally I did earlier in the afternoon) if the lights/electricity is out? Of course, the poet can create sounds without machines, and the lover hears his/her own tunes. I know you mean reality, and this dreamlike rendesvous is beautifully conceived and eloquently executed. A great write, sir. One more thing, Arie, how do have time to write when you spend .....seemingly... so much time reading and commenting on other's work? Just curious.

    Artie

    07/18/2010

    Excellent question! One that I'm surprised no one has asked. This is based on a true story. We had a battery powered radio and the only station that would come in clearly, was this classical station. Neither one of us were really fans of classical music, and at first we were going to shut it off, but it just seemed to fit the situation. Then Bolero came on, and the rest is history. Since that night, I've become more open to classical music. Now to answer your other question, I am really behind on reading. I have so many friends that read my work regularly, but I have very little time to respond. I do what I can. Thanks for reading

    dreamscape commented on Power Outage

    03-27-2010

    this is quite lovely artie, I would not think you such a dark writer by the tone residing in this poem...very beautiful flow and words so captivating it was as if I was in the moment consumed...I really enjoyed this

    tenderpoison commented on Power Outage

    02-24-2010

    you're all mushy and sweet and stuff. What happened to the demented poet clown? beautiful and touching...I love it when the lights go out (because honestly, nobody needs to see me dancing with the lights on!) Anyway, you're going all Perry Como on us, and it's good to see. :) 10

    danmartyjake1 commented on Power Outage

    02-23-2010

    Great mood maker poem. I liked the journey it took me on. We lost our power the other night, reminded me of it...

    Maleficent commented on Power Outage

    02-21-2010

    the damnable light has triumphed once again! ;) I love these lines... Thick socks on a hardwood floor, wind pounding at the front door Her silken gown flowing as she glides with resplendence and ease... I mean, how many chances do ya get to use 'resplendence'...? write on! ;)

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