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Nocturne (Fall 1983)

Posted on November 22, 2015 by robert okaji

Nocturne (Fall 1983)

Tall weeds block
the view. Remove
sound from sight,

the guitar becomes
kindling. I stretch
my hands toward

the burning wood,
hearing the echo
and the woman.

30 thoughts on “Nocturne (Fall 1983)”

pamkirst2014 on November 22, 2015 at 8:50 am said:

‘The guitar becomes kindling’…that pings!

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- robert okaji on November 22, 2015 at 9:01 am said:
  
  It really would!
  
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St Brigid Press on November 22, 2015 at 8:57 am said:

Wonderful.

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- robert okaji on November 22, 2015 at 9:01 am said:
  
  Thanks, Emily.
  
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sneffwriter on November 22, 2015 at 9:05 am said:

Evocative

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- robert okaji on November 22, 2015 at 9:39 am said:
  
  Thank you.
  
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Pleasant Street on November 22, 2015 at 9:50 am said:

Is this a true story? I was 20 that Autumn

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- robert okaji on November 22, 2015 at 11:31 am said:
  
  Only in tone. My guitar is battered, but still in one piece.
  
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john hauge on November 22, 2015 at 11:26 am said:

let me stand next to you fire. ~jimi hendrix~

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- robert okaji on November 22, 2015 at 11:31 am said:
  
  Too busy kissing the sky…
  
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- john hauge on November 22, 2015 at 11:36 am said:
  
  oops. should be ‘your’.
  
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john hauge on November 22, 2015 at 11:37 am said:

yeah, sounds like me 40 or 50 years ago. haha.

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- robert okaji on November 22, 2015 at 11:40 am said:
  
  I can identify with that.
  
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lamarrwenrich on November 22, 2015 at 11:53 am said:

That short tale is captivating… I imagine it

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- robert okaji on November 23, 2015 at 7:20 am said:
  
  Thank you.
  
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  - lamarrwenrich on November 23, 2015 at 10:11 pm said:
    
    Welcome 😊
    
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socialbridge on November 22, 2015 at 11:57 am said:

Really love this. Great work.

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- robert okaji on November 23, 2015 at 7:20 am said:
  
  Thanks very much.
  
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angela1313 on November 22, 2015 at 5:02 pm said:

A perfect distillation.

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- robert okaji on November 23, 2015 at 7:20 am said:
  
  So glad you think so!
  
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A Former Prison Librarian on November 22, 2015 at 6:37 pm said:

You paint wonderful pictures with your words.

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- robert okaji on November 23, 2015 at 7:21 am said:
  
  Thanks very much.
  
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Little Miss on November 23, 2015 at 8:21 am said:

Nice. 🙂

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- robert okaji on November 24, 2015 at 7:36 am said:
  
  Thanks.
  
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Carrie Birde on November 23, 2015 at 10:06 am said:

This sounds like heartache, to me. Bittersweet and beautiful.

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- robert okaji on November 25, 2015 at 11:18 am said:
  
  A little of both. They seem to travel together.
  
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knlistman on November 23, 2015 at 10:26 am said:

Is the guitar the kindling or that starts the fire, the woman that starts the fire, or both?

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- robert okaji on November 25, 2015 at 11:19 am said:
  
  Yes. No. Maybe. It’s open to interpretation (I have a particular view). 🙂
  
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Pat Torello on November 23, 2015 at 11:25 am said:

Exquisite, timeless.

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- robert okaji on November 25, 2015 at 11:19 am said:
  
  Thank you, Pat.
  
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