Something slid into my thoughts today.

Something almost tangible.



My small head on your chest,

our two hearts beating



Could this be true?

The smells are of leather

and smoke.

You are reading,

I am at peace.

You are not a photograph,

you are not someone’s story.

Candle's flicker creates

child’s trance.

Benny Goodman’s genius

fills the air,

waves of melodic vibration

seep inside,

lifting my soul






floating on Love…


and now.




A re-post of a poem I wrote for my father, who died far too young, when I was far too young... 

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JUNE 17, 2011 1:10PM

I'm sorry to post, then have to dash off to work !
...but I do love this one shot at poetry that came to me last year while thinking of my father...

Oh, my one year anniversary of posting on OS came and went this month-- I have loved being here this past year!! I so appreciate all of you who have come over and stopped for awhile here...
happy anniversary and loved the benny goodman thoughts. Will have to play them today
Beautiful and evocative.
So glad you reposted this. Smells of leather and smoke evoke my own memories. And Bennie Goodman...happy anniversary!
Thank you for reposting - and thank you for being on OS. You have been an asset with your contributions. Happy Anniversary! Beautiful and poignant poem - so real in its sentiments.
Thanks for sharing your beautiful poem. I am sure that this is truly an early memory. 
so pleased you re-posted this gem r.
My dad also died young. Happy 1st with OS. You have made it better, and that's a great thing
It's wonderfull when your memories are like this. I am sure you have had a fine life and I hope the future things to come do not mar it.
It's wonderful when your memories are like this. I am sure you have had a fine life and I hope the future things to come do not mar it.
What wonderful memories - you'll have them forever.
Happy Anniversary! Thank you for sharing the memories in a beautiful poem.
A most touching poem evocative of the feelings you have for your dad. Glad you've been here for a year. Hope you stay for many more.
Beautiful and vivid poem. Fusun is right- You have been an asset to OS. Happy Blogiversary and many more.
This is so touching....I'm glad you reposted it...xox
Beautiful! Thank you for posting.
A beautiful transportment! r.
Wonder piece, thanks for sharing it.
Oh, congratulations on your blogaversary too!!
It is a beautiful love poem, 
mine died too young for both of us as well
Weekends like this
I miss him so
rated with love
How lovely--and how sad you lost your dad so soon!
A sweet, sweet poem. Sorry he was gone so soon.
I can hear the strains of Benny Goodman and smell the aroma of pipe tobacco. What a lovely tribute to your father, JT.

really good, just thinking ...
the heartbeats, the music, the smells are very real.
Your one shot at poetry really hit its mark. I'm glad you are at peace.
i'm glad - and i'm sure you are - that you remember this moment.
Wonderfully evocative. Nicely done JT.
This is lovely. I can smell the leather and smoke and hear Benny. Mostly, though, I hear two beating hearts.

And congratulations on your blogiversary!
You capture the complete gestalt of the relation, strains of music, smells, immediacy. Beautiful work!
I am so sorry I missed this. What a beautiful, moving tribute to your father. I love this as a poem, and for all the love and loss and enduring memory it represents. Thank you for sharing this.
You blew me away with 
"The candle's flicker

creates child's trance."
Thanks for your comments and compliments, everyone, I just didn't know how to come back and comment on this one....
I'm touched by your kind words, and thanks so much for my one and only poem not getting "boo-ed" off the stage. : )
Great free associations... blessings.
Thinking of you today, Dad....listening to Benny Goodman tonight and telling 'Dad' stories with Cindy...I think you'd be happy with how your daughters grew up, how we turned out.
I wish you were here.

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Comment by Anna Herrington on June 19, 2017 at 7:47am

Dragging this out from the vault to re-read this morning.... still kind of an echoing, empty day, even all these years later while surrounded by my lovely husband, a great father, and oldest son, also a great father, to our lovely pixie grandgirls.

So many comments from long lost people....


out to the world - and beyond.

Comment by Jonathan Wolfman on June 19, 2017 at 7:54am


Comment by JMac1949 Today on June 19, 2017 at 7:55am

R&L Excellent.

Comment by Jonathan Wolfman on June 19, 2017 at 7:56am

We do need some institutional-memory here.

Comment by Anna Herrington on June 19, 2017 at 8:54am

I'd forgotten I'd saved this with OS comments, so long ago it now feels....

Comment by J.P. Hart on June 19, 2017 at 9:37am

Rain sun showered as I scrolled through Anna.

Now I gonna GQ in front of my tri-fold mirror (scrounged from Gimbel's prop-shop) and read Dylan Thomas'

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

Thanks for your beautiful words. Stay tough!

Comment by koshersalaami on June 19, 2017 at 9:44am

It's interesting to see who commented. Scanner, James. And Margaret. It is awfully good. 

By the way, from those days, did your screen name have an intentional double meaning?

Comment by Julie Johnson on June 19, 2017 at 4:39pm

That is really sweet!  Sweet, as in cool, a good one. My dad liked Benny Goodman also.  These were the lines I liked the best...(the 'realness' of our memories)

You are not a photograph,

you are not someone’s story.



Comment by tr ig on June 20, 2017 at 2:51am

The commenters, so many of them, such diversity among them. Man it was great. 

Comment by Anna Herrington on June 23, 2017 at 8:43am

Just noticed this post over on top posts this week....???

And also just noticed comments I'd missed - so sorry!

(this is why your comment threads just *die,* Anna, you just don't pay enough attention. Wait, was that my mother's voice??? ...or maybe it was tr ig   ; ))

Hi James -- and thank you! Love your comment, a tri-fold mirror from Gimbel's prop shop, eh?  I scrounged a couple display platforms from Rich's, now absorbed into Macy's, I think, and a lovely angel weather vane -- and for awhile had a mannequin head I thought was cool.... all disappeared into the ethers among various moves over the years.

And Death Shall Have No Dominion. 

.....just the eventual destination. And then what? The question most guaranteed to break up a party.

Thanks for coming by  : )


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