Tom Arnone Poet Pantoum

Sad Love

Stocking soda....
Rising from the cellar
With an unfinished coda.
Poor, possessed fella.

Rising from the cellar.
Watching for her,
Poor, possessed fella.
The world a spinning blur.

Watching for her,
Elvis knees, gut fails.
The world a spinning blur.
Down the block she sails.

Elvis knees, gut fails,
Forever chasing light.
Down the block she sails.
A firefly in flight

Forever chasing light,
Until a darkness done.
A firefly in flight.
A madness on the run.

Until a darkness done,
With an unfinished coda.
A madness on the run,
Stocking soda....

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Timothy Barry July 28, 2016 at 8:01 PM Great technique and feeling Teddy! Tom Arnone July 28, 2016 at 8:15 PM Who is Teddy? ;-)

Teddy Kimathi July 28, 2016 at 8:52 AM Congrats Tom, for having your piece featured in the Poetrysoup homepage!! ;-) Tom Arnone July 28, 2016 at 8:54 AM Thanks, Teddy. :-)

Jane Allen July 27, 2016 at 12:55 PM Really enjoyed Sad Love. Lovely rolling rhythm and beautiful imagery Tom Arnone July 27, 2016 at 3:06 PM Thank you so much, Jane, for those kind words. :-)

Poet Destroyer A April 21, 2016 at 11:34 AM Sounds like a fizz rising. Sad and insane to run the same course.... enjoyed. LINDA

Jaquay Atkins April 21, 2016 at 11:05 AM Your rhythm in this piece is astounding Tom Arnone April 21, 2016 at 3:01 PM The word, astounding, is rhythm to my ears! ;-) Thanks for the compliment....

Andrea Dietrich April 20, 2016 at 8:56 PM Tom I love this one and the shortness of the lines!! But I never heard of a stocking soda. What is that?? I just realized you must be seeing my "best poems" list. Gotta check out one of your best now. Tom Arnone April 21, 2016 at 8:00 AM "Stocking soda," in this context, means restocking cases of soda/pop: When I was a youngster, I used to work in a neighborhood grocery store. One of my duties was to replenish merchandise from the storage area in the cellar.