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Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye

 

As I was deciding what to post today I came upon this I wrote three years ago. I think it has had a couple of outings since. It is a favourite. It recalls a true event that happened in my past in Las Ramblas in Barcelona, a city I love and where I spent much time. Just before posting it the news came through of more awful, tragic events there. I decided to post it anyway because it feels right not to grant those who want to destroy joy and pleasure their wish.

 

Time has become liquid

There is seven of them. They have escaped work, the conference, the day. Comfortable in each other’s company. safe in the velvet night that hovers beyond the candle light, romantic at an outside table beneath the awning sky of a restaurant just off Las Ramblas. The evening is drenched in intimacy and alcohol. They are gently, sometimes noisily, submerged in a warm sea of easy acquaintance which sees them laugh, and chatter, and tell stories, and become friends.

It is getting late. It will be an early start for all of them to travel home to their various countries. Yet clocks mean nothing. They want the time to stretch and yawn, but not show its hands.

But they must go.

He starts to sing. An ancient Leonard Cohen song of leaving that he has known forever from someone else’s life. His voice is hesitant at first, but deep, rich and dark. The others are quiet. Perhaps they do not know the words, or are happy for him to touch the night with the poetry they feel. There is sorrow in the song, but gratitude for what has been shared.

Her voice joins his on the ‘many’ in the fifth line. It is pure and innocent and holy. It lilts and drifts above his own.  It harmonises and caresses and then soars and swoops. It glides and caresses, softens and lifts. It thrills the air, and him. She is an angel from a heavenly choir.

As she sings with him he watches her. Her green eyes stay on him, her brave, almost slavic features are heroic and lovely, bathed in the flickering light. A mane of thick blonde hair cascades over her shoulders as she tilts her head towards him.

They reach the close and improvise an ending which dances, then tumbles, falls, and finally soothes like a lullaby, achingly into silence.

It is a rare moment. There is a hushed, almost electric pause before the others applaud and nod appreciative heads. He smiles at her, and she smiles back.

They have become connected, combined, kindred, allied, confederate.

Bound.

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I will always remember the beauty of your voice, the magic of that moment, and the joy of our union that night.

And the memory

of ‘your hair upon the pillow, like a sleepy golden storm’.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Paul Cheng

This song always reminds me of that night. I hope you enjoy it again – despite today’s horror. And also this early recording of the song itself.

 

 
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Posted by on August 17, 2017 in Lovers Past, Music, Still Life

 

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Butterfly Net

Pieter Wagemans

Butterfly Net

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She reads him avidly

hungrily

looking for patterns

for answers

for hints

for clues

for oxygen to fuel

the breathless possibility

that she might be ‘she’

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Meanwhile

he chases her soul

with a butterfly net

spun from the best

of his words

to capture her

completely.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Pieter Wagemans

This is not new – posted two years ago at least. But I still have the butterfly net somewhere.

 
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Posted by on August 14, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Filling my summer

Art by Marcos Beccari

Filling my summer

 

The days have lengthened out,

strung from the first stirrings

of tireless birds woken by dawn

to the dark shapes of bats,

soundlessly haunting the dusk.

 

My body has stretched out,

relaxed by the light filled hours,

touched warm by the sun’s rays

and moving easy to the music

of you

filling my summer.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

I wrote this about two years ago. It is summer here (in its usual pale, damp, dull English way) so the poem has emerged once more.

 
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Posted by on August 7, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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She wears it

 

She wears it on a Sunday

It is her day without rush

without fuss

without the crush

of the train.

 

She wears it on Mondays

and on Tuesdays.

and on the other busy

weary,

sometimes teary,

sometimes blue days.

 

She wears it on the grey days,

the wet days,

the tired days,

the can’t wait to get home days.

The days when the sky

feels heavy.

The days when it rains.

 

She wears it on the good days

when she has songs

in her head,

glorious certainty

in her step,

and a smile

on her face

which everybody

returns.

 

She wears it on the special days

the high days

and the holidays

the friends days

the family days

the soaking up the sun days

the feeling like a goddess days.

 

She wears it

every day

without exception

or omission.

 

She wears it

every single day,

for me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on July 10, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Carpe Diem

 

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These brave and uncharted days

hold a perfect promise

of such delicious decadent discovery,

of such sheer sensual satisfaction,

of such thrilling fulfilment of fantasy,

of such wild abandon,

of such unburdened joy.

 

Let us surrender

to their sensual rhythm.

Let us give ourselves up

to the magic of their moments

Let us yield

to the endless ache within.

 

For you and I

my beautiful friend

will never, ever

pass this way again.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted a year ago – but there is always a day to be seized

Art by Marius Markowski

 

 
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Posted by on July 9, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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There’s no leaving now

 

Another of my ‘songs I like but you might not know’ posts.

And actually I know nothing about the artist, apparently Kristian Matsson, who performs as The Tallest Man on Earth. I have never listened to any of his other work. I do not even know how I first heard this song.

All I do know is that is became a soundtrack, briefly but painfully, to my circumstances at the time. And it touches me deeply whenever it comes up in a playlist on one of my rare “I’m going to drink wine and feel sad’ days.

For anyone interested, it was released on an album with the same name in 2012.

No official video I’m afraid.

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Song written and performed by © Kristian Matsson (Tallest Man on Earth)

© this post the author writing as Romantic Dominant

“There’s No Leaving Now”

When there’s no one here in the tryouts
who will live through your first day’s trial
of confusion when your faint and crooked smile
had to leave

And when you’re painted like a warrior
though you know it’s a raining war
when the first who spoke, but wasn’t really sure
was your heart

Your fear of the leading light
if they are with you and your heart won’t fail
To see through a fearless eye
and know that danger finally goes away
still you’re trying
but there’s no leaving now

And with your quiet damn devotion
to be lost like your child again
claim “forever” is a close and honest friend
to your ways

Will there be time to harvest rivers
that for so long refused to grow?
All the little things you need to build a home
for your love

Your fear of the leading light
if they are with you and your heart won’t fail
To see through a fearless eye
and know that danger finally goes away
still you’re trying
but there’s no leaving now.

Your fear of the leading light
if they are with you and your heart won’t fail
To see through a fearless eye
and know that danger finally goes away
still you’re trying
but there’s no leaving now.

 
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Posted by on July 7, 2017 in Music

 

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If by poetry

Art by Cesar Santos

 

If by poetry

 

If

by poetry

I can make her

flesh and blood

my body on which to press

I will forge

such compelling words

her hungry soul

to steal

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Cesar Santos

I originally tweeted these words over three years past, but liked them so much I elevated them to a blog post two years ago. If elevate is the right word. I hope you don’t mind them again. It is one of my favourite short poems.

 

 
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Posted by on July 6, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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