live behind

(c) AB Troen photographer

Shure mic, wooden stool,

cables, amp. cigarette buds.



checking sound  –  two-three-four…

inhale – one last passed



lights lay low, mellow mode,

start to float…

tempo… slow…


break – – – – –


(c) AB Troen, from Road to Salvation

play-talk, flirt and fling…

swing-or shuffle



airy lows, diction, flow.

impossible to hide the load-

invent – unfold – avoid the sold.


fallin’ free through shifting tunnels,

meter needs fast drive.

rhythms, groove, mo–tion soaring ———


erratic-in– my-mind:

stuck – scratched record plays re-plays

re-plays old ways, yeah- purple haze


naked scenes, fresh flesh, lean…              

mem-ries vague, missed details                                            

One too blind, too deaf to feel

lyrics lusty – crime revealed.

dare to sing too clear for him…


wand-ring eyes, embrace, unwind…

I live for this.




                                                               must leave be-


(c) AB Troen

~                                                               ~ ~                                                               ~

This is my entry for tonight’s #OpenLinkNight – 6, with dazzling hostess Claudia Schoenfeld, poet who jaywalks the moon…
So, come and join the fun at
dVerse-Poets Pub


Posted on August 23, 2011, in longing, music, representation and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.

  1. music and love…music and passion…music and longing…they always seem to be tied together and one can’t breathe without the other….i loved your poem deb – it’s so full with emotion and i could get lost between it’s passionate tunes

  2. Wow powerful images your bring forth with this peice and love the word play, espiecally “One too blind, too deaf to feel”

  3. There is a pulse and rhythm in your poem…its actually new to me as I don’t listen to music when I write (I write in absolute silence)…

    Have you ever thought of recording your poems so we can listen to it ?

  4. nice..i like this a lot…love the ref to music through out…the Break, mic…and your close is artisticall done as well which adds emphaisis…i like listening to music as i write…

  5. Fabulous you really grab the atmosphere of the music carrying you along …loved it thank you x

  6. You took me back to the days when I used to take to the stage, the boys ready to back me up, and all that wonderful other stuff that comes after so many pints and smokes with no filters. Thank god I kept it to water, or the tales would have been totally different! 🙂 Thanks for this write…love the pace, the intertwined rocked the mic!

  7. I’m there. Love the smooth jazzy feel of this. Nice.

  8. in case you dont see the response at dverse…Poetics is open until midnite Sunday…EST….

  9. very atmospheric and nostalgic too

  10. The poem was music to my ears. 🙂

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