The Midwest Blues

     In honor of National Poetry Month, I will post some of my poems.

     This is a poem that I wrote for the Noble Writers’ Group. Each month there is an assignment. This assignment required us to write about a man and a woman meeting for the first time. We also had to use the words airplane, tractor, ocean, city and coast. And for some reason, I wrote it from the man’s point of view. Enjoy!

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The Midwest Blues

While I was riding along on Bessie, my old trusty tractor,
I came across a beauty of a woman. I had to swerve, so I didn’t smack her.
She gasped, “Oh my!” And I pulled over to the side.
She smiled and kindly asked if I could give her a ride.
“Sure ‘nuff. Where to my fine, fair lass?”
“To the closest city where I can order a tall, cool sassafras.”
“I know just the place. It’s up yonder, beyond the hill.”
“Get me there quickly, and I promise you a memorable thrill.”
I threw Bessie into gear and wished she would sprout wings.
Along the way, the temptress whispered in my ear unrepeatable things.
I delivered her as promised to the Land of Good and Plenty Grill and Bar.
After quenching her thirst, she stormed the stage and commandeered a guitar.
She grabbed the microphone and then she did boast
About how big of a music star she was on the West Coast.
“I opened for Jefferson Airplane and was a backup singer for Billy Ocean.
And here I’m stuck in the Midwest amid the cornfields and Amish in Goshen.”
Then she started to sing and her voice was the sweetest I’d ever heard.
And when she strummed the last chord, no one spoke a word.
However, the applause was thunderous and filled her with delight.
She approached me and said, “I promised you an unforgettable night.”
We disappeared and true to her word, for the next hour she rang my bell.
The devil’s in the details. However, a true gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.

Copyright © 2011 by Suzanne Purewal

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Poem in My Pocket

From_14_to_41_front_cover_092311Today is Indiana Poem in Your Pocket Day! The idea is to carry a favorite poem with you all day and share it with everyone you meet.

So, in that spirit, I am sharing my poem, Maestro, with you. It is one of the poems in my poetry anthology, From 14 to 41. I wrote the poem years ago, when I was in college, but its message is timeless.

Sit back, relax and imagine me unfolding the piece of paper in my pocket and reading this aloud to you!

Maestro

Play me like an instrument
That needs to be broken in.
Send your song straight through me
Whether piano, trumpet or violin.

I feel the opus rise within you.
The bass line is strong and low.
The introduction—smooth as the ivory
Your fingers tickle as they flow.

The first movement is bright and happy.
There are no blues sung in this song.
It’s as if heaven sent a chorus of angels to
Encourage the notes to float along.

Praise the Lord for this masterpiece—
A work of unparalleled beauty and grace.
Do not doubt its magnificence for a second.
See the mesmerized look on my face.

Ready for the second movement,
My body awaits the touch of your bow,
Surprised am I to hear instead
The melody meant for a piccolo.

From your lips I will taste it—
The sweet tune of your pounding heart.
From staccato leaps to longer-held notes,
I yield to your grand work of art.

With an abrupt change in rhythm,
The third movement drives in with elaborate flourish.
You conduct each note with gusto,
My soul—it does richly nourish.

Glowing from the warmth of your love,
A quiet interlude provides a few beats of rest.
My instrument trembles in anticipation.
Virtuoso, you are undoubtedly the best.

The final movement gradually swells.
You demand, “Crescendo, my only love!”
I dare not question. I readily comply,
While calling upon mighty God above.

Your fingertips find the perfect cadence—
My strings reverberate at your slightest caress.
Musician and instrument in concert—
Basking in the glow of our collaborative success.

Copyright © 2011 by Suzanne Purewal

Want to read more? I am running a special this month, in honor of National Poetry Month, on my website. Check it out by clicking here: http://www.suzannepurewal.com/books.html