Saturday, 5 May 2012

His music




icy wind blows
urban noise, termed as pop music,
from the car radio into the grey freeway
when
out of nowhere
his voice,    
husky pelt from lost valleys, 
croons 
slicing cement pavements into
pools of rain and deep ravines
i fall, into his arms, 
sucking   
slice of lime, salt and tequila 
my belly caving as his words hit the 
gravel peaks of love and tragedy,
my thigh pivoting to his beat, 
i exhale slowly 
the car, greased with his music,
races through the streets   




Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub:   Our music 
picture credit:   here


Though he is already dead, Elvis Presley is the first male artist I became very familiar with, through my mother who played all of his songs after his death.   Thanks to old movie clips and links, I remember him as a young and soulful crooner.                

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  1. whew...what a ride...dripping with sensuality..there is music that does this to me as well.. just be careful to keep your eyes on the road...easy to lose concentration then..ha..

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    1. I have to be careful when I am driving when I am listening to those songs ~ Thanks Claudia ~

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  2. whew now that is some hot music...

    slicing cement pavements into
    pools of rain and deep ravines

    gets you moving and tastes like a magarita, i kinda like that...between the bite of salt and pinch of line...mmm...smiles...

    great pic to accompany as well...

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    1. Some music just gets into me....Thanks Brian ~

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  3. Wow... sensual write Grace.
    One of my aunts was so in love with Elvis, she cried her eyes out when he got married. I was maybe 13 then and didn't understand why. She said she was so upset because now that he was married she wouldn't have a chance to get him anymore... *Rolls eyes* Talk about living in a dream world but, I did feel sad for her. She had real tears and all.

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    1. My mom cried too when he died. I never understood it until many years later when I listened to his old concerts and songs. He was quite a sexy guy ~

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  4. I'm picturing those hot summer nights when young peopl drive around town with tops down or windows down blaring music as loud as they can. I love the expression "the car greased with his music" which definitely speaks reams! I enjoyed this, Grace.

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    1. Thanks Mary ~ This is just a playful write for me ~

      My brain is on a weekend mode ~

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  5. Elvis! This is great, Grace... I especially like-

    slicing cement pavements into
    pools of rain and deep ravines
    i fall, into his arms

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  6. This was smouldering! Love the lime, tequila and salt of the kiss- so passionate - Something about youth and sexuality- music always seems to lay such a central part in this....great poem- and then when I discovered the elvis reference this just became even more cinematic...

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    1. I am happy you like the metaphor of lime, salt and tequila ~ Music to me can be quite heady ~ Thanks for the wonderful prompt ~

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  7. the car greased with his music is just too great

    amazing pic



    tenaciously as conundrum

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    1. Thanks Zongrik ~ I like the picture too ~

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  8. All rock and rolled up as you drive along with your verse, I admit to only knowing a few of his but he was the biggest in the biz, arguably.

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  9. Amazing how we can take our music anywhere these days in our cars and on our iPods. would have had to have a whole carriage full of musicians at one time!

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  10. slicing cement pavements, says it all

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  11. Sensual, fun write. Good use of images to symbolize the music. Love the picture you chose.

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    1. Thanks Blue Flute for the lovely words ~

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  12. Pretty spicy, girl. :)

    I LOVE this:
    "sucking
    slice of lime, salt and tequila
    my belly caving as his words hit"

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    1. Thank you for the lovely words Shawna ~

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  13. Wow, I seldom hear anything but "urban noise" spilling from car windows.

    slicing cement pavements into
    pools of rain and deep ravines

    is how music should move you. Very sensual, very hot. I loved how the picture illustrates the poem and music playing with the body as one.

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    1. I agree with you. Most of the pop music now just flies over my head, it doesn't move me. Thanks for the visit ~

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    1. Thanks ~ I thought of posting an Elvis picture but this picture caught my eye ~

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  15. Such a sultry, sexy image painted here Heaven. I love:

    my belly caving as his words hit the
    gravel peaks of love and tragedy,
    my thigh pivoting to his beat,
    i exhale slowly

    i exhale slowly for sure...

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    1. Thanks for the visit and kind words ~ Your poem was wonderful to read ~

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  16. There is something in music and driving and you captured it.

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  17. I could myself having a glass of Merlot as this man approaches. Good one.
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  18. Very nice job Heaven. I love the notes you mention. As it's a great reflection upon society, a tradition that goes back through all of mankind. We are taught everything, from feeding to hunting, to art to manners. And it's no different for interests. So this is why you'll find people who have tastes for things that are clearly from a different time period from their own. I also fit into this example, as my musical tastes are much different than my parents, yet growing up I heard a lot of beatles, as my mother was a fan, and through her I grew fond of them myself. I see this in your reflection about growing up hearing Elvis. Thanks, really enjoyed this post a lot.

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    1. Thanks Fred. I appreciate your thoughtful comments about our music and the influence of our parent's music in our lives ~

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  19. Sensuality...the way the music makes you feel...lovely. I love Elvis too..I have been to Graceland and did all things Elvis :)

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    1. I envy you...it is one of the things I must do in my lifetime :-)

      Thanks ~

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  20. Oh yeah, you painted and sculpted the words of this poem just right. My imagination was soaring as I read this piece, great work! :)

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    1. Thank you for the lovely words and visit ~

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  21. You carry out the metaphor very well. It is interesting to think of it as Elvis, but could be many others. What's wonderful is palpable presence of singer. K.

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    1. You are right..it could be any singer that gets under your skin. Happy that you like the metaphor ~

      Thanks for the lovely compliments ~

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  22. wish someone would drive all night to get to me, it would be so all right....

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    1. All righty then ~ I will fly over :-)

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  23. what a nice set-up for the fertile creativity of elvis' music : "urban noise, termed as pop music"

    i felt you really got some of his sensuousness and expressed your response to it, thanks heaven ;-)

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  24. such great textures here, from icy winds to husky pelt, and refreshing taste of that cocktail. a man's car greased with his brand of music, now that is special.

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  25. wow such movement and tastes reached every sense - stunning imagery 'car greased' 'with 'brand of music' radio waves stayed the seasons - he really was sublime - and influenced so many in his wake - you rocked and jived with this - Lib

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  26. My mom loved Elvis too, and I came to hear so much of him, though perhaps not so much enamored of him as women often are. Sorry that's meant as a statement of fact from my own perspective. However, I really do love his early music and can rock out on them still. I've also heard songs that are pretty haunting, which I'm not sure my mom heard, and which I find pretty amazing.Your poem is really beautiful notwithstanding my digression. It hits me deeply as I understand where the voice and the music put you.

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  27. "urban noise, termed as pop music,"? LOL! :)

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  28. A steady build to the superb last couplet:-

    the car, greased with his music,
    races through the streets.

    Impressive.

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  29. So good...love that kind of music when driving!

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  30. Sensual poem, Heaven. Well done. Gorgeous photo, too.

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