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Nimble fingers slipped the record into the record player releasing a tune that painted the dimly-lit, cozy living room into a large, spacious ballroom. A woman hugged herself and began to sway back and forth, small, light feet stepping in time to the piano and violin. Tachy Mofarn rhythmically stepped through the sea of dancing couples dressed ever so elegantly - the women in their silk and velvet gowns and the men in their linen suits and fine tuxedos. Tachy gracefully opened her arms and began to twirl in the center of "her ballroom" ignoring the other guests stares of awe and admiration.
She was about to move to a lone male guest to ask him to dance a waltz with her but a chuckling and clapping stopped her. Turning, she saw her husband, Nel Mofarn, smiling down at her. She too giggled and twirled into his arms. Taking his wife into his strong and sturdy arms, Nel lead her out onto the dance floor and began a new waltz, as the orchestra had switched to a different tune, this one more lively and upbeat.
Recognizing the song as Bill Withers' Just The Two of Us, the couple smiled as memories nearly forgotten came back to the forefront of their minds. They laughed and began to step and twirl easily to the jazzy beat.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and soon the song ended. The illusion of dancing in a royal hall faded away leaving an old, upholstered couch, faded photographs of children long moved out of the house.
"Thank you for the dance, kind sir." Tachy joked and curtsied to her dance partner.
"Likewise, m'lady." Nel smiled and bowed before pulling his wife in for a gentle peck on the lips.
She was about to move to a lone male guest to ask him to dance a waltz with her but a chuckling and clapping stopped her. Turning, she saw her husband, Nel Mofarn, smiling down at her. She too giggled and twirled into his arms. Taking his wife into his strong and sturdy arms, Nel lead her out onto the dance floor and began a new waltz, as the orchestra had switched to a different tune, this one more lively and upbeat.
Recognizing the song as Bill Withers' Just The Two of Us, the couple smiled as memories nearly forgotten came back to the forefront of their minds. They laughed and began to step and twirl easily to the jazzy beat.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and soon the song ended. The illusion of dancing in a royal hall faded away leaving an old, upholstered couch, faded photographs of children long moved out of the house.
"Thank you for the dance, kind sir." Tachy joked and curtsied to her dance partner.
"Likewise, m'lady." Nel smiled and bowed before pulling his wife in for a gentle peck on the lips.
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Literature
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tell me what's left of a poet when poetry's left her
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Palimpsest
I.
I'm so tired of all the sweethearts and young beaus
comparing their loves to the stars,
the infinitesimal specks of luminiferous ether up yonder,
yet I'll chop off all the stars in the cosmos
as if they were hanging from a thread in a little boy's room,
so you can be the only guiding light in the night sky.
II.
I'm so tired of all the heartthrobs and exalting admirers
comparing their loves to the angels of above,
the cold and placid sentinels of immateriality, incorporeality,
yet I'll turn all the diaphanous clouds of the heavens into concrete,
where it shall plummet from the firmament like its own fallen seraphs
and you can rise from the
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North London, I Love You.
North London, I Love You. Nowhere is as enchanting as North London. Was I spoiled to experience such beauty at a young age, that all else feels mediocre? Thriving in beauty and diverse in ethnicity. The Indian restaurant by North Finchley bus station and the Jamaican cocktail bars in Camden. The scent of spices coursing through Whetstone. The thick west African accents charging through Southgate. Nowhere is as inviting as North London. The suburban echo of the chaotic inner city. The gorgeous greenery mixed with the ambition as if the capital evokes inspiration with every wind blowing through the vivacious streets. Nowhere can compete with North London. Nowhere is home.
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This piece is dedicated to an elderly couple that have been in my life since childhood. The woman has unfortunately succumbed to cancer [keep her in your thoughts/prayers, please!] and I decided to write this piece in hopes of cheering her up.
Expect more one shots with the Mofarns in the future!
[written with Merry Go Round of Life and Just The Two of Us playing the background.]
--
Merry Go Round of Life (c) Joe Hisashi
Just The Two of Us (c) Bill Withers
prose, Days of Mofarn, and its characters (c) jjungg
Expect more one shots with the Mofarns in the future!
[written with Merry Go Round of Life and Just The Two of Us playing the background.]
--
Merry Go Round of Life (c) Joe Hisashi
Just The Two of Us (c) Bill Withers
prose, Days of Mofarn, and its characters (c) jjungg
ยฉ 2015 - 2024 namxlxss
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Simply beautiful.