'Come Away With Me'

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 25 Jan 2016
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Listen.  They’re playing our tune; ‘Come Away with me’.
How vividly I recall that morning like it was yesterday...
the radio on in your greenhouse, when we made it a first 
amongst the Big Boys and Black Opals ...tomatoes
turned blush red...but instantly. 
 
You don’t remember, of course, nor a day, ages ago now
you let on you were worried sick?  I’m just wasting my breath…
Only, that’s when it began. You’d go to a cupboard, 
a drawer; not the foggiest idea what you went there for. 
 
Maybe you should see the quack, you said.  Perhaps
the beginnings of early onset Alzheimer’s?  I kissed you. 
Didn’t see much point; nothing they could do. Said
 
I’d only start to worry when you forgot clean towel day
was a Wednesday, or fresh bed-linen day was a Thursday. 
Then we’d slip between those newly laundered sheets
and you’d say I wasn’t bad – not for my age, at least,
and the world went away, as you lost yourself in me...
 
if you were to forget that Monday was always ‘pizza night’, 
and to order a large Messerschmitt; olives on one side, pineapple –
the other…Or if it slipped your mind – our anniversary.  Last Tuesday
as it happens, not that it mattered.  In fact, I took the liberty 
of getting us something, instead. How about a trip, next week, 
if I can lay my hands on the tickets?  Switzerland.  OK?
 
We often spoke about going there...when the need arose,
some of these days.
 
Imagine, if you can, the two of us slowly drifting to sleep,
and when we woke – the joy of starting over again...
the forgetting who we were...that we’d already met.
 
And at breakfast, me saying, ‘How about we share a table’.  
You asking if I take my coffee black or white, and if I fancy 
taking a trip with you, later, that afternoon, ‘Come away
with me, sweet lady,  in my own private jet,’ and I’d quip
it was the best chat-up line I’d heard all week, but maybe,
I might. 
 
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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

It's only retrospectively we can appreciate signs. So tempting to take that trip in the light of your happy ending. Lovely poem - made me sad and smile at the same time. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Bee, so very much

Tina

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

As you know, Tina, I have always admired your style and said so on many occasions. Recently though I have noticed an odd trend: you seem to 'recycle' some of your old poems using the same text but changing the title. I have mentioned this in the past and the answer I got was that you considered your work to be always 'a work in progress'.That may be so but in this latest all you seem to have done is to drop the last stanza from the original. (http://www.abctales.com/story/silver-spun-sand/hard-boiled-wonderland-an...)
You must forgive me for saying this but it is hardly breaking new grounds, don't you think?

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Luigi - I thank you for your interest, and you are so right about my view that poems are forever works in progress.

 This particular poem I decided to take a look at again, bearing in mind the inspiration point and its relevancy, and felt it could be considerably improved by omitting that last stanza.  Hardly ground-breaking as you say, but then I guess I shall leave that to the many 'ground-breakers' out there, preferring to plod along at my own pace.

Have a good Monday, Luigi

Tina xxx

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

So you'll be deleting the previous one, I take it.

Best, Luigi

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Hi Tina!

I'm reading this for the first time ('original', or 'in progress', or not).

I agree with Bee... "sad and smile"... a bittersweet smile.... it moved me!

Terry

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Terry...you're a star.  Your words brightened my eveningsmiley

Tina