Desafinado

We sat on a quiet porch by moonlight splashed, 
                               Wrapped in a static of faint cicada song, 
                              Watching a horizon by city lights sashed, 
                        On sultry summer nights by lithe pixies thronged. 

                              Bossa nova rhythms rippled lukewarm air, 
                                Languid voices tiptoed in solacing calm, 
                           Confidants whispering of the bronzed and fair, 
                           Of sunlit sand they crooned a sun-lilted psalm. 

                                 Abducted we were by Jobim, Gilberto,
                             To a land swaying with the promise of June. 
                     Those were the years we crowed with youth’s falsetto, 
                              Blithely singing along, slightly out of tune. 

                    - Inspired by the song “Desafinado (Out of Tune)” 1962 -
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Curtis Avatar
September 30, 2017 at 5:11 AM
Reminds me of Rio----and I like anything that reminds me of all the times I've been there!
Chan Avatar
September 30, 2017 at 5:53 AM
Lucky you. I haven't been, but Brazilian songs do take me there all the time. Anyway, thank you!
Ashley Avatar
September 24, 2017 at 9:30 PM
A lovely write Bernard with beautiful imagery and amazing lines like; 'Bossa nova rhythms rippled lukewarm air' - fabulous poetry my friend!
Chan Avatar
September 24, 2017 at 11:20 PM
Thank you so much, Susan! :)
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