The way she faked love on those gentle autumn nights in the country was one of those little miracles that made the trees cry, and the flowers weep.
Sleep brought dreams of an actor on an empty stage... A big crowd that wanted entertainment. They followed the actor everywhere. He felt like he always had to be on. He didn't like that, so he moved to Idaho, where he fished for trout, and real love.
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2roycihKc0
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I remember in my youth, dating. And what were we back then? Always on to impress.
But how lovely when we could finally experience love being appreciated for who we are not what the other needed to see.
Up to a point...I faked it...thank God for giving that up.
j.
Posted 10 Months Ago
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9 Months Ago
dear Jacob… when we were very Young, our Passion was on Automatic… now we need to push buttons�.. read moredear Jacob… when we were very Young, our Passion was on Automatic… now we need to push buttons… and wait… for the Real Rapture. softly, Pat
And I bet he was happier fishing for trout in Idaho than he ever was being "on" and being constantly judged as a youth.
But who wasn't always on in their youth, like an audition in front of a bunch of moody Simon Cowell's just waiting to tell you what they think?
They are basically the same thing, except in idaho you're not the one with a hook in your mouth! ☺
Posted 9 Months Ago
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9 Months Ago
Lol. Very true. Thank ou for reading and commenting.
Interesting how the second verse mirrors the first.The young lady's performance impacted the speaker's subconscious mind, producing a dream about being an actor and the necessity of having to be "on" continually. Apparently he took that as a sign and got the hell out of Dodge.
Love can be different for all of us and your piece is definitely not love for this woman who faked it. ( that's bad luck)... so glad you found your real love in fishing....in Idaho....this actually has some humor in it, to the point I would say....Even the flowers wept....
Warmly, B
I remember in my youth, dating. And what were we back then? Always on to impress.
But how lovely when we could finally experience love being appreciated for who we are not what the other needed to see.
Up to a point...I faked it...thank God for giving that up.
j.
Posted 10 Months Ago
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
9 Months Ago
dear Jacob… when we were very Young, our Passion was on Automatic… now we need to push buttons�.. read moredear Jacob… when we were very Young, our Passion was on Automatic… now we need to push buttons… and wait… for the Real Rapture. softly, Pat
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..