Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Valse Triste

VALSE TRISTE

It’s gotten in my head,
Found some deep, neutral place
(One-2-3, One-2-3, One-2-3)
This haunting, illusive waltz I chase,
(Was it in a flick? I don’t know)
Its rhythm, theme like spreading indigo

She was dancing with others,
So many, many others.
I thought she looked my way just once
Oh, that sham of romance! –
Like thrown, cold, wrinkled satin –
That contrived, artful glance

She might have been beautiful
I cannot recall, though
Others have claimed her so
Yes. We two blend together, rhyme,
Wing footed as that valse indigo,
Duo in three quarter time

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Michelle Mac Donald September 13, 2014 at 11:59 AM This is a beauty, Daver. I am listening to Sibelius 'Valse Triste', parts of this are "Wing footed", for sure. Doing this gives this write more depth and definition.:) Another amazing write, by you! Love, Mikki

Joe Maverick September 6, 2014 at 4:36 PM Ahh.. The whimsical way of you convey your thoughts and the effect the situation has upon you, Daver. Really in a class of its own I say' so Good to have read this..'

Harry Horsman September 3, 2014 at 10:30 AM What a wonderful vision of poetry this is...

Andrea Dietrich September 1, 2014 at 4:24 PM so glad you liked my haiku. thanks for the sweet comment, my friend.

Andrea Dietrich August 30, 2014 at 5:06 PM oh yes, I am glad to know you posted here too. This one really evokes emotion from the reader. and how the mind gets fuzzy with time. I have some memories like this myself and can't even be sure if they ever really happened!

Monterey Sirak August 30, 2014 at 7:51 AM Fantastic!!! Your images are amazing. Love the line "Its rhythm, theme like spreading indigo" A perfect description of a song, remembered beauty, or romance that seeps into our souls and won't let go.

Lucilla Carrillo August 29, 2014 at 4:41 PM Hi Dave; When I read the title - I thought it was in Spanish. I liked it. Do you read Spanish, or speak it? Have a blessed day... Lucilla Daver Austin August 30, 2014 at 10:27 AM I speak very little Spanish. The title is from a musical work by Jan Sibelius - great Finnish composer. Valse Triste is about death as is the poem. Thanks so much for your reading. Love, daver

Carolyn Devonshire August 29, 2014 at 2:10 PM Dear Daver, She must have been beautiful to have caught your eye. Melodies do stick with us. Your poem reminded me of the line in Streetcar Named Desire where Blanche says, "Did you ever get a tune caught in your head?" The polka music, the Varsouviana, is one of the most important of the play’s many symbols. It represents Blanche’s worsening state of mind. Now your poem will be caught in my head. Excellent, dear friend. Love, Carolyn