Where is your planet, Nesmith?
how many meals passed without
worthy company of a lady,
a man who noticed the perfumed
scarf caught in the door
tiny light in a callico hall
sees the color of wind.
In whose Pandora did you find
words stitching incomplete hearts,
like pieces of a child’s lost puzzle
found in the closet corner;
a scribe of musical pain
from cosmos’ simple grace
a mellow yellow that flows
down from honey valley
where is this place from which
you fell the stars into beads
and strung them ‘round my throat?
Inspired by the torchy ballad , "Joanne" by Michael Nesmith
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fascinating
This poem just poured over my senses like warm honey.
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wow, this is a vague and senseless and yet senseful piece. I mean vague in a good way btw! the words flow and are bound together in an odd and right way. 'round my throat' sounds a little creepy, was it meant to? lozi x
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In olden times the idea of placing anything around the throat meant a central 'healing, blessing, etc.". It also constructs the reason for jewelry around the throat to show dignity to the 'head' and esteem the one awarded.
In this case, it was so. Nothing bizarre or dark was meant in this piece-rather an awarding given by the one who inspired,...Michael Nesmith! A way with words to say the least
Thank you so much for your interpretation! It counts!
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Love it!
I don't know the song which inspired your poem, but I did enjoy this. Original! Love the last stanza especially. -
"Where is this place from which
you fell the stars into beads
and strung them 'round my throat?"
What a fantastic line.
"scarf caught in the door
tiny light in a calico hall
sees the color of wind."
This too has a melodious quality. This is an interesting choice to write about and you have done a great job. The themes you touch on are universal and this poem would be just as effective if I wasn't aware of who Michael Nesmith is and his body of work.
This is a nice tribute to Micheal Nesmith, who is a talented song smith, but has always been shackled by The Monkees. Of course, if it hadn't been for The Monkees he may never have gotten any exposure and never would have had the career he has had since.
Now I'm going to have "Joanne" going through my head all day which will no doubt lead to other unfortunate associations. Before you know it, it will be "Last Train to Clarksville" and then, who knows, the theme from "My Mother the Car." Next thing you know I'll be huffing white out and my deterioration will be complete.
Excellent write -- as is always the case with yours. You are indeed the "thinking man's" poet.
Thanks, CaliOkie
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Thank you so much for another detailed comment. Your visits to poets are prolific and very thorough. They will keep the new ones stretching and the regulars contestingly active!
"...Humming". Her name was Joanne
and she lived in a meadow by a ponddddddd."
Welcome~~~ thank YOU!
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