A Fedora and A Three-Piece Suit We Write Poems: Prompt #90 Keepsakes like a breath

And these were your vices:

antagonism, women, vodka,

and too many non-filtered cigarettes;

your opinions had to be heard—

an insatiable need, some fear that existed

inside; sports or daily news kept

you entertained or solitary — you flirted

with sweet oxygen as with blush-laden nurses;

you didn’t listen to the doctors, whose names were forgotten

all too quickly, advice irrelevant or mundane,

even when arteries crowded like a Sunday mass

with nowhere to move, I remember Saturday afternoons

by the fireplace when math lessons, equations;

logical formulas hit the ceiling as they mingled

with tea’s steam and cigarette smoke acting out a fatal duet…

only morning stars knew the outcome, written somewhere.

On a humid summer’s evening they wrapped you

in a sheet of frankincense and myrrh, while I stood watching,

bellbottomed, wearing platform shoes … and you

with a fedora pressed closely to your chest

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18 responses to “A Fedora and A Three-Piece Suit We Write Poems: Prompt #90 Keepsakes like a breath

  1. As, I have told you before, I love your poems based on real events and places. This has such strong imagery, the type that stays in a reader’s mind, after leaving the poem: ‘arteries crowded like a Sunday mass’. And the last four lines, I keep rereading.

    margo

  2. Thanks Margo. This was a catharsis for me. Some memories stay with us, long after the person or situation is gone.

  3. The beginning of this poem is perfect, and the last line is full of feeling. Thank you for sharing this gorgeous bit of writing.

  4. Excellent.
    “arteries crowded like Sunday mass” is a beauty– concise, but expanding.

  5. Que bonita, por Dios magnifico! Wow, what keen and potent personal emotional observation. Pamela, you continue to astonish me with your talent. The funerary lines are so eloquent and well done that I visioned myself standing next to bell bottoms and platform shoes. Good stuff!
    Regards,
    Don

  6. A magnificent piece of writing, a worthy memorial.

  7. Beautifully evocative lines, like

    with tea’s steam and cigarette smoke acting out a fatal duet…

    only morning stars knew the outcome, written somewhere.

  8. You captured a personality in a few lines!

  9. This speaks out. Wonderful writing, as always..

    escape

  10. loved every little line spoken in colorful array…..

  11. ms pie! Hi, how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages. Thanks.

I appreciate all comments.

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