Ne me quitte pas.
by Allan Haslinds
Sleep in peace denied you,
quiet respite from the rude noise
of a coarse and bullish world.
Lift that gritty honey and melted chocolate voice
finally at your own command,
rolling like slow fat tears across Virgin cheeks.
Bleed quietly no more with notes
like soft velvet coins, from the raw open wound
of frighteningly private sadness made public.
This tawdry milk-sodden world can hope not
for the likes of your champagne self.
Alone Again, Naturally.
We loves you, Porgy
Author's Note: Nina Simone, February 21, 1933 - April 21, 2003
Posted on 04/24/2003
Copyright © 2021 Allan Haslinds
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/24/03 at 02:50 AM|
I like the imagry used in this.. you bring the sound of the singers voice, and their heart to life here on the page.
|Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/24/03 at 02:58 AM|
lovely evocation of singing voice... a great tribute to that voice now at rest, but not forgotten, forever.
|Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 05/28/03 at 08:42 AM|
Excellent description of her voice. The title is a nice touch also.