A Single Saxophone

Drinking to forget

Plays blue, a single saxophone,
plays heartache and despair,
to hang heavy in the gauloises fog
above the broken gathered there.
Who sit alone with half drained glass
at tables laid for two,
just memories in the chair across,
of a love that they once knew.
Cold comfort sought, cold comfort found
in stupors arms, alone,
serenaded by suicidal thoughts
and a single saxophone.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Can almost smell the scene you paint Gee. Gauloise paints it French, but this could be any bar in any city, with the solo sax accentuating the silence of being lost in yesterday... I know just how they feel :)
Superbly penned.

[Gee]

Thank you Nemo

[Papaya]

oh wow, the sax... nothing makes you cry like some sad sax. gee, i'd be buying a vowel and swapping out if i were you. stellar write my friend.

[Gee]

Thanks Ana. Hope you are well

[Papaya]

i am, and i hope you are too

[Gee]

All is swell in the sunny UK, thank you.

[A little flame]

Music and writing, combining arts is such a special gift and I loved the soft rhythm. Keep writing!

[Gee]

Thank you..

[keith]

the pairing of the saxophone 'plays blue' and 'cold comfort' ... such compatible imagery
nothing else needs be said
thanks

[Gee]

Thank you..

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I've never been one to drink away my loss, but I get it. It's something you wish to drown, to forget it, but it will always rise to the surface again. I think poetry is a better balm for the hurts of the soul.

I really like the following lines:

Who sit alone with half drained glass
at tables laid for two,
just memories in the chair across,
of a love or loves once knew.

[Gee]

Thank you..

[BBP]

I really dig this piece and it puts you in a blues bar youd want to drink in!!

[Gee]

Why thank you kindly

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Rhapsody in Blue perhaps? So musically melancholy and evocative."serenaded by suicidal thoughts..and a single saxophone."-iconic line. Excellent poem.

[Gee]

Thanks Annette

[emmajoy]

'.. to hang heavy in the gauloises fog '

A black and white movie, figures hidden within swirling smoke, haunting music laden with saxaphone. Eyes meet for a fleeting second and an Englishman's voice begins to read a poem...

Can see and smell the scene.. Wonderful writing, don't alter a word, please.

[Gee]

Thanks Emma, will leave as is..

[emmajoy]

Minute or so later, can still see and inhale this poem. Proof enough?

[Norman 223]

You have caught the "atmosphere" so well in this poem. Gee. The mournful tone of the saxophone , the smoke laden air and the solitary thoughts of those who can no longer communicate . The only voice ,the solitary saxaphone, having the last word.
A Lautreque painting in words

[Gee]

Cheers Norman

[emipoemi]

This is superbly profound!! love the way it flows and the ending it brilliant! As much as I'm open-minded about poetic licenses, using them to rhyme is a bit of a cheat just so the poem could rhyme, and I can't help but call that out, given "of a love or loves once knew" should be "known".....unless "once" is changed to "they" or you make "love" somehow active rather than passive. Otherwise, well done!!

[Gee]

Thank you, will address your points once fully awake