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Tuesday 26 April 2011

An Era Ends

 

 
                                                              Night in a Disco

                                                              I wonder why I’m here
                                                              when I can see so clearly,
                                                              how the time’s miss-spent.

                                                              Some girls push past
                                                              with loves, which last
                                                              as long as music fast,               
                                                              keeps all joy jerking
                                                              puppet-wise to unseen ties,
                                                              and psychedelic lights
                                                              effect hallucinatory hues
                                                              infusing all.
                                                              In tune with sound
                                                              as round and round
                                                              they’re twirled,
                                                              now red,
                                                              now white,
                                                              now green,
                                                              the scene all animation,
                                                              but expressions blank.

                                                              I sink a numbing drink
                                                              thinking to edge despair
                                                              into some corner, where
                                                              the spare is of another kind,
                                                              where I can find a fellow
                                                              mind with body sweet,
                                                              and time to meet
                                                              the unexpected.

                                                              And though I know
                                                              fulfillment lies elsewhere,
                                                              a pair of lovely legs
                                                              begs for attention of a
                                                              different sort, where thought
                                                              is less important than intent,
                                                              and talking something for the old;

                                                              like me.

                                                              © James Rainsford 2011



Note to readers:
After so many very serious and melancholy poems I thought something a little ironic and more lighthearted was due. Hope you enjoy this offering. Please click the comments tab below to leave your views. All feedback is valued and I try to respond to all who make the effort to post their opinions.

21 comments:

  1. Completely relate to this - never appreciated, dancing- or volume-wise, anyway, the lure of dance clubs. Good, effective.

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  2. a dizzy world there,
    vivid capture of the atmosphere .
    superb imagery.
    A++

    Happy Potluck!

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  3. There was a time when I adored this...but, alas, I've grown weary of the "scene" and now am left to dance in the dark of my livingroom ALONE! :( lol You've captured the essence of that moment of realization...when you ultimately conclude that perhaps you have really outgrown the "scene", and then...after being away, working up the nerve to dip your toes again. At least you were able to pick out some perks! lol Loved the write, James...and seems I've still got some catching up to do on my reading!

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  4. I'm sure you can tell from my blog that I prefer upbeat poetry. :) This was very fun! I felt like I was out on the dance floor while reading. :)

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  5. good write james - wasn't in a disco for edges - but maybe i should go on the weekend and look how it feels...

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  6. James
    feel the motion, the color, the shallowness in the room
    and yet there is a corner ...

    Very nice thanks so much for the whirl around the dancefloor

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  7. nice...you had me right there...lived quite the party life in my youth...not sure i could return but you would probably find me there on the edge...

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  8. I'm reminded of a rave I attended in my fuzzy fleece jacket and hiking boots, with a journal in hand, and wrote notes about the pretty girls wearing beads and little else.

    Ah, those were the days. :D

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  9. I'd take a good jazz club any day over a rave and such. Great play on words at the end, rather melancholy, but can relate. Solid write, James.

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  10. I don't know if I'd last ten minutes in a disco--now a night club with a good band...but I'd be there to listen to the music and toss off a few, the pick up scene is long gone. I also have reached the stage in life where talking is not only more appropriate, but actually more interesting. ;_)

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  11. Love the lines

    Some girls push past
    with loves, which last
    as long as music fast,

    took me back to being a teenager in the 70's

    Coincidently, I wrote a poem about it earlier in the month http://scribbleanddiversions.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-kissed-her-once-i-kissed-her-twice.html

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  12. Well, I've never been in a disco in my life, but I enjoyed your poetic description. I guess I relate most strongly to your opening lines and prefer the quiet drink and conversation.

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  13. I liked the vivid portrayal here...

    Here is my one shot:
    diamonte

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  14. James,

    I love this poem! I went though a phase of 'clubbing' in my mid-twenties and at times did wonder the whole, why am I here?? Seeing the story you tell unfold over and over, with so many.

    I tried to read this silently and found myself reading outloud by the middle.

    Great poem :)

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  15. The vivid images and ideas were a joy to experience. But I was tickled by the rhyming language not found on the ends of lines. They drew me further into the piece on a joyous search to see what I might find next. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem, James. Thank you.

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  16. This is a nice one James!
    I loved all that you said here-

    Some girls push past with loves, which last as long as music fast, keeps all joy jerking puppet-wise to unseen ties, and psychedelic lights effect hallucinatory hues infusing all. In tune with sound as round and round they’re twirled, now red, now white, now green, the scene all animation, but expressions blank.

    How intense you have gone to create the "atmosphere" in here!

    Hugs xox

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  17. The last stanza brought the whole poem home!

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  18. Sets quite the "bar scene"... glad those days are behind me.

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  19. The best thing of getting older is not having to go to disco's anymore. :) Liked the poem very much!

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  20. Disco was the reason for so many alcoholics. You had to drink to lessen the ridiculousness of it all.

    Terrific write. : )

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  21. I truly enjoyed the atmosphere you set and the second to last stanza awesome job!

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