October 24, 2004
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I haven't posted in a couple of days, and I am concentrating on some photography, and might go out today, as originally planned, on a "photographic expedition", but in the meantime, I wrote a new poem on Friday morning, inspired by the wordplay inherent in the old lyrics of Broadway musicals. I was inspired by people like Cole Porter, Ira Gershwin, and Oscar Hammerstein. There was an excellent documentary series on last week on PBS concerning the history of American Musical Theater, and Broadway in particular. I'm a great fan of the Musical, and have been all my life. The series wasn't even as "in depth" as it could have been, but listening to the electric wordplay in songs such as Porter's "You're the Top" fueled my poetic juices and I came up with the new poem, "Dancing in the Night" which I present here for the first time. (Well, the second time, I've posted it on the ElectricPoetry Group already.)
"Dancing Through The Night"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Friday, October 22, 6:33 a.m.
I can scarcely surmise that when I glimpsed deep in your eyes,
Gave my heart a stirring hiccup, as I pick up lost regrets.
In the glory of the morning, as the sun awakes a-dawning
I remember autumn flurries, no feigned worries, whiles, or frets.
It is highly circumstantial, but your presence was substantial
As I rarely countered mem'ry, gath'ring every thought in mind
You were sighing surely simple, as the sun glanced off your dimple
And my love bespoke pure passion, 'twas the fashion, curtly, kind.
We danced for golden hours upon the mellow moonlight bowers,
Twirling tight terpsichories, bright billowing ecstasies across the floor
Even though it was a dream for sure, elation draped your form so pure
It couldn't end, no, right away, to feel you sway through Heaven's door
If pleasant purloined thoughts gave forth a feeling can't be caught
And your presence, efferevescence, a Golden slyph sifts through the night
I can say I half remember you, as memory's tricks shine through the dew
And surrender to this mem'ry, the tide to stem we make it right.
I can scarcely recall that when I answered your call
My tender heart a beating, thus repeating of my love
In the glory of your beauty, wine and words and wanton duty,
Beackoning the call from Adam's fall, a steadfast warning from above
Comments (9)
Whoa...Mike I am left speechless here
your writing threw me aback to a place
I did not want to ever visit
memory lane
The poem dear Mike is awesome
the flow is most excellent
Dorothea :love:
Yeh, Mike, Dorothea got it right.
"I can scarcely surmise that when I glimpsed deep in your eyes,"
*sigh* and thus begins a wonderfuly melodic step into a beautiful romantic time! Wow... simply amazing work, definately a wonderful, wonderful piece. I hope you do more of these Mike. So lovely. So incredibly wonderful. Brings back sweet, pleasant memories.. *sigh*
~Lynxkatt
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