A New Poem: Silhouette

Last night when my iTunes library played the song "Mary Jane" by Alanis Morissette, I was suddenly overcome by a memory of a woman I used to be with a few summers ago.  I would call her my first love, and that song had become quite significant to me.  It was one I played for her on a road trip that she came to appreciate.  Now it's one of those songs that resonates deeply with me and will always be associated with her.  It is such an experience of awe when a sound, smell, sight, taste, or touch brings us back markedly to a certain time and place.

I haven't written a poem in several years - I used to write them nearly every day, but over time, the mood didn't strike me anymore to do so.  I was quite glad to finally feel that strong desire to put words down on paper again last night.  It's a simple poem, but I hope it is the Muse that sparks that creative fire again.

Silhouette 

The memory enchants my mind

In the early morning hours

Of a warm summer night

Her nude silhouette

Stands before a portable piano

Her delicate fingers play

To the tune of Mary Jane

It became our song

And now it inspires

The image of her body

The beautiful soulful notes

It marinates within me

And settles in for the long haul

Wondrous how a song captures

A moment so vividly

That it brings tears to the eyes

And a wistful desire to revisit

That bittersweet moving portrait

That ghost of the past

The memory enchants my mind