I beg your pardon!
That’s a conversation
that never happened
Like Dylan
at the crossroads
selling his soul to the devil
for a musical bargain
When I made parole
I toreadored out your door
like a conquistador
to the Catalana I adore
after laying low
from a low blow
on the Costa Brava
with Lalochezia
the Señorita de Barcelona
Her gentle whispering
in my bleeding ear . . .
“Ahora volver al piso, Señor!”
As I lay dreaming
on her unswept floor
The down and out
floored and gored
vanquished matador
like an old doormat
beaten and shaken
under her stilettoed foot
Always begging for more
Whilst Robert Frost
with a script to fill
got lost in translation
somewhere south
of Catalan
with a pocket full
of those perscription pills
. . . less taken
As such
much like
mi hermosa Lalochezia
de Barcelona
Never to be forgotten
I beg your pardon!
I never promised you
a rose garden
diamond rings
or any of those things
Never
Only ever
a new morning
upon angel’s wings
That’s a conversation
that never happened
Only in the bullring
of your imagination
Your question
my dear sweet friend
is blowin’ in the wind
~ David B. Redpath © 2018 – 2020
Artwork: ‘On the Road’
~ by David B. Redpath © 2018
Photography:
Linda Redpath © 2020
“Along with the sunshine
there’s gotta be a little rain some time”
Great song and I can sing it for you in my Texas twang on request. Good one David!
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I beg your pardon …
I don’t know what I’m writing?
But thanks, Stella, for reading.
( I like a twanging rendition
in the rose garden, under
those magnolia trees. )
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Awww the Magnolia tree
You know it’s a symbol
Of a mother’s love
Magnolia Mothers Love ❤️
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For they bloom big
… and ever weep?
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That’s the feeling
It’s bleeding inside too
Where no tourniquet can reach
Aww dang maybe it has nothing
To do with the magnolia tree
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Motherhood … devotion
in slow motion martyrdom.
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A text book I’m reading
It’s soaked
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Better a ‘paperback’ heart
than a hard cover ❤.
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I read the whole poem with a monotonous tempo in my mind. God, did I enjoy the read! 🙂
Your painting is beautiful David…the candles that are far melt more…. I guess I am not that deep to understand it.
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Thank you very much, Gayatri.
The candles further down the line were lit
earlier. But with painting, as with most
artistic expression, you are free to find
your own meaning.
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you are right! I felt like someone had ignored the sun, the ever-present light source and were lighting candles… but that’s just me 🙂
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Your imagination is your own universal rose garden. Tend it well, and keep on writing 🌹
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David, I appreciate the nostalgia with the many bits and pieces of song lyrics. Well done!
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Thank you harmoniously, Buckeye.
My family made sure I had a fulsome
Rick ‘n’ Roll education. Shakespeare
hardly got a look in 😎
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A great compilation of ’60s and ’70s song lyrics to form a poem. 👌🏻
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Thanks Chris, as I was wondering
about this lyrical coincidence 🤔
Thinking I had gone back to 1963
in a time machine, and some
plagiarists had been copying me 😎
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Just marvellous… dreamy images, vibes, and… outfits 😎👌
Is Linda your stylist, as well as your photographer, David? 😉😍
My favourite was the entire stanza beginning with
“When I made parole / I toreadored out your door” and especially the part about Señorita Lalochezia, telling you to go back up, but you’re dreaming on the floor.
Still wondering what the question was, though… I suppose I’ve missed it somehow, or perhaps it too is blowing in the wind, alongside the answer?
But I quite agree, never should beds of roses be promised, for we can’t predict the weather… but David, they say diamonds are a girl’s best friend… and forever. ;))
(kidding, kidding… ;)))
Love the painting, it’s amazin’ ☀️🕯
like a candle out the wind,
clinging to the sun
b’fore the rains set in 🙏
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From the kid
in the twenty second row
at the film festival 🎥
of Marilyn Monroe 🕯️🌀
thank you very much Lia 💎 🌟
I was inspired to write this piece
by an old relationship, that for the
most part, was very fruitful.
… But people change over time.
You should never remain where
the air becomes toxic,
even soul destroying lethal.
Linda is my happily ever after,
that allows me the luxury
to look back and laugh 😎
“Life is a tragedy when seen in
close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.”
~ Charlie Chaplin
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What a gorgeous comment..
Just filled with wisdom and so much love.
Very inspiring, David,
Thanks for sharing this bit of yourself and your love(s) with us 🌟💛💫🌷❤️♾
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Such a pleasure to read. And what phenomenal artwork! 💙
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Your kind praise has surrounded me
in a most pleasant purple haze 💜
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Well this was an interesting read. It left me with lots to ponder. 😆
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Muchos gracias, Delia 🙏
Pondering is my favourite pastime 😎
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Great morning read here in Madrid. I think Mrs. Linda Redpath took it personally though, you didn’t notice in the photo since your looking somewhere but the wood behind you suddenly caught on fire and might burn you, my suspicion is that Mrs. Linda had something to do with it…….
(that would be a good story though)
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Linda was taking the picture, Charly.
But then, she did keep saying to move
back a few steps 🔥 🤔
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same great lines here, David; love those references, even the startling one you made, perhaps unknowingly, of ‘La Belle Dame Sans Merci’ by Keats though your lines were more fierce and feral
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Now that you mention it, John,
Lalochezia of Barcelona did have
some distinctly mischievous elven qualities. Much like that Beautiful
Lady Without Pity.
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