"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

platinum arpege RWP #117 (creating a hinge)

You with platinum blonde hair

Arpege perfume that smelled so sweet

Sitting on a footstool while you sat at the head of the dining room table

Singing Irish songs from your childhood and reciting a limerick or two

You even taught me “Pog Mo Thoin”

Which I am not so sure was fitting for a child

But I had lots of pleasure with that “Kiss my Irish ass”

We snuck behind the old Oak tree in our favourite park

Took a puff and waited for our heads to spin

Marijuana feels so fine

Then back to our Friday night coffee shop

To listen to the hottest music

We thought that we were cool

31 comments:

  1. sure brings back memories for me! we would go to the laser light show at midnight where they played Emerson Lake and Palmer and Pink Floyd. It was the happening thing on a Saturday to do while you were stoned. It sounds like you were pretty young for this, is that the hinge?

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  2. Very nice trip down into your memories, and I liked the way you took both and found a commonality within them.

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  3. Jim,
    Thanks for stopping by and in answer to the question. I was way too young to be smoking pot. I was only 13. But my parents never knew. And I suppose that is the hinge.
    Pamela

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  4. Cynthia,
    Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I am glad you liked my little trip. My mom was really quite the lady with her funny limericks and songs, but she would have been really disappointed with me if she knew about me smoking pot with my friends.
    Pamela

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  5. Some great memories there. Excellent.

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  6. Anthony,
    Thanks for the compliment. I am glad you stopped by.
    Pamela

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  7. You weaved your two parts well together, and they flow easily into each other. I like how you progress from innocent, to naughty, to illicit (with Kiss my Irish Ass moving into the pot-smoking episode). Well done.

    -Nicole

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  8. Nicole,
    It is always an encouragement to read your comments. I was feeling like it really didn't do this prompt correctly. This was my second attempt at doing this. The first was about my dad and it ended up more like a confession than a hinge. So I wrote this at the last minute. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
    Pamela

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  9. Joyce,
    Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I am glad that this was fun for you. I remember reading your profile on RWP and you are an Irish lass yourself.
    Pamela

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  10. Oh, I think you got it just right.

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  11. Barbara,
    Now I take that as a compliment. I really enjoyed your poem as well. Thanks for stopping by.
    Pamela

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  12. I like the childhood memory of your mother and your confession at the end.

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  13. Karen,
    Thank you for stopping by and commenting. I am glad you liked it.
    Pamela

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  14. I loved the tone of this! So light and fun and wicked. My husband is learning Gaelic so he would probably know, but what does, "Pog Mo Thoin" mean? If it's something dirty, I promise to be adequately shocked. ;)

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  15. Thanks for stopping by and commenting and complimenting this. It means "kiss my Irish ass" And it was the only profanity my mom ever used. Again thanks.
    Pamela

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  16. from Therese -- Pamela, I think your poem is very faithful to the prompt, very obedient! For me, it works really well because the mother, too, indulged a mild rebellion with the curse, just as you indulged a mild rebellion with the pot. Since St. Pat's Day is approaching, I found this poem especially affecting. And I keep wondering about that one telling detail -- no father in the picture, but a mother at the head of the table...

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  17. Gautami,
    Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
    Pamela

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  19. Therese,
    Thanks for the compliment. It is always an inspiration to hear from you. My dad was there, but in the background. He was the serious type. But my mom was the entertaining and social one. She loved to sing, tell a story and just make you feel comfortable. I miss her dearly.
    Pamela

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  20. Pamela, how sweet those innocent rebellions of youth, those times when an older sibling or cousin or neighbor or aunt took us along for something daring and risky, something that made us see our place in the world just a little bit differently... Thanks for sharing such a wonderful memory!

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  21. Paul,
    Thanks for complimenting and commenting. The first part is about my mom and how we spent many an evening together when I was small. The second part is about me and my high school friends and how we thought we were cool for being rebels. Again thanks for stopping by.
    Pamela

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  22. I like the hint of the subversive about this poem.It doesn't fit into that awful apple pie, Doris Day family image which I find nauseating. Arpege was my first perfume.
    Thanks for the Irish expression.
    The next time I collide with someone Irish I'll use it.

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  23. Great capturing of a rich time. Thanks for putting us there with you.

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  24. Rall,
    Thanks for commenting and complimenting me. I loved your poem as well.
    Pamela

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  25. Allan,
    Thanks for the compliment and stopping by.
    Pamela

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  26. Hi
    Nice use of sensual images. (Glad to hear that it's Flaubert the dog, I struggled thru Madame B.)

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  27. Marian,
    Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Yeah, I love my dog!
    Pamela

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  28. Exquisite. The details are so fine and the connection is perfect. I can't imagine - ever - not missing my mother who's been gone for a long, long time.

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  29. Susan,
    Thanks so much! I also truly miss my mom. She was quite the lady. I enjoyed your poem also. Thanks for stopping by.
    Pamela

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