She took me away with her
After Norah Jones’ 2002 album “Come Away With Me”
Norah Jones sultry on the boombox
of my daughter’s Kamloops apartment
that hot weekend in 2003
says “Come away with me…”
takes me back to a 70s Vancouver basement suite
Lazy, laid back, take-a-break-from-life music
sweet as first dates
“you’ll be on my mind forever…”
sad as the realization
they are also the last
“It was just the season…”
Let this jazz be Aspirin
a wine cooler
blurring the hurt
into smoky memories
Pour piano’s liquid blue
into wounds
“Why can’t I melt
your cold, cold heart?”
Massage guitar’s rich burgundy
into all the cracks and crevices
that remain
© 2011 by Violet Nesdoly
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Inspired by the wonderful prompt “Music and Poetry” at Adele Kenny’s blog The Music In It.
Linked at One Shot Wednesday Week 51
Violet Nesdoly / poems 
Maureen
June 21, 2011 at 11:43 am
Great source of inspiration. I like your interplays of time and the way the poem itself forces the reader to slow down, read slowly, let the music “into all the cracks and crevices/ that remain”.
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brian
June 21, 2011 at 4:09 pm
let his jazz be aspirin…love that whole stanza…and you captured the feel of listening to norah well…
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Elizabeth Young
June 21, 2011 at 6:19 pm
I think I’m feeling some of your pain here, noticeable because there has also been a great divide between my eldest daughter and myself (not of my choosing.) I love the way you intertwine the music with images and emotions. Lovely Violet!
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Monika
June 22, 2011 at 3:23 am
I loved your imagery with beautiful phrases written comparing jazz. You and the words, and of course the music can certainly make our heart felt away.
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VelvetinaPurrs
June 22, 2011 at 5:02 am
Really enjoyed this, especially the last stanza, you set up your own music, at once of and set against the background music, this poem has got something! A voice that makes it sing though the pain
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leslie
June 22, 2011 at 6:48 am
“Massage guitar’s rich burgundy
into all the cracks and crevices
that remain”
love this. it makes me “feel” that rich, deep music, and the way music reaches deep into the “crevices” of the soul…
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Pat Hatt
June 22, 2011 at 7:56 am
Very nice write, just further enhancing how music can strike us all, in one way or another.
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jinksy
June 22, 2011 at 8:42 am
Yes please! 🙂
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dustusdustus
June 22, 2011 at 9:08 am
“sweet as first dates
“you’ll be on my mind forever…”
sad as the realization
they are also the last
“It was just the season…””
Great weave of poetic lines and lyrics. Love the capture of different times in your poem.
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Kavita
June 22, 2011 at 1:41 pm
*sigh* I’ll drink to that, my friend..
Your poem was a piece of music by itself, Violet.. lovely!!
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Connie Mace@raise your eyes
June 22, 2011 at 6:21 pm
Lovely…read this…listened to Norah sing…read yours fresh…thank you Violet, for inviting us in.
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vnesdoly
June 24, 2011 at 11:53 am
So appreciate all your comments. I can tell Norah J. is a favorite of many! I find that music and poetry tug at the same cord at some level. This week I spent some time gathering other poems I’ve written about music and found they are more than a few!
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Heather
July 10, 2011 at 9:25 am
Love the street details in this. Makes me want to listen to that album.
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