3 words

For her

“Pick three words,
any three words,
and make some-
thing out of them.”

“Rock’n roll for world,
jazz for a small club,
a folk song for dance,
make that for me.”

I was desperate,
felt cornered by
such huge demands.
Not one word

came to mind.
Except that then I read
drink, feeble, predict.
And that feebly started

a puzzle to emerge –
that drink was Corona,
and, as I’d predicted,
I was alone at the

bar, initially, where
they played the rock’n
roll. But then you
showed up, pretending

to have come there
by accident with your
wondering brown eyes
beneath the round

glasses, and we
wandered off
to a Balkan jazz
club, listened

and sipped for
a while, until
you mentioned
the Kazakh

festival around
the corner, where
we joined hands
and danced happily

all night to folk
that sounded to you
like the wide breath
of the steppe.

– Niebla ( © 2010 )

Written with drink, feeble, predict for 3WW CC.


About niebla

I wish to remain clear of details. My words shall lift the veil.
This entry was posted in Humor, Imagination, Life, Literature, Love, Music, Mystery, Poetry, Surrealism, Words, World. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to 3 words

  1. ThomG says:

    very cool construction, very cool poem. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Love the transformation that occurs as this poem was not coming, then slowly began to gather its own steam and wound up telling a fantastic story. You executed this so well!

  3. I like the unfolding of the scene….slowly than dancing in the end.

    A nice share ~


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