I am continuing my recorded poetry series with another poem that was originally published in Wildflower Muse. Heather put out a submission call for work related to the theme of music, and “Little House (for Kat)” was what came from the inspiration of that theme. Music has always been a big part of my life. I grew up in 2 musical households. My parents were both musicians and my brother, sister and I all inherited that love for music. Music was also a big part of the longest and closest friendship of my life. If you would like to read the published version of the poem, you can do so here. You can also subscribe to my YouTube channel, if you’d like to hear more poetry.
You were 19 and I was 20,
living in a one bedroom apartment,
learning how to be inventive with top ramen.
We drank jugs of cheap wine,
chain smoked a grown up brand of cigarettes
and watched Little House on the Prairie re-runs.
My favorite were the seasons of Mary’s blindness.
We agreed it would be better to be blind than deaf,
long before I knew I was treading on Mary’s heels.
It was impossible to imagine living without the
chaotic rhythms and lilting tones of sorrow
that shaped our friendship.
You worked long days in a record store,
brought home shopping bags filled with
bootlegs and coveted early copies of new releases.
We crept around Los Angeles in your old red car,
memorizing the lyrics to Sinead’s new songs,
thinking up cool band names and
talking about affairs with older men.
You introduced me to Concrete Blonde,
got me hooked on Mary’s Danish and
spoon fed me Thelonious Monster.
You were with me in my first mosh pit,
where I was lifted out over the crowd
and lost my china doll shoes.
After seeing bands in the back rooms of
neighborhood guitar stores,
we spent hours in all night coffee shops.
You liked your coffee sweet, mine was always black.
I wrote bad song lyrics on napkins and
you created fortresses from salt shakers and creamer packets.
We made plans for the band we’d start some day.
Our life was marked by a sound track
of frenzy and shadows, a language
that brought us together,
but the blues crept up my back and
tore me away from our bastion
of skyways and melancholy.
Almost 30 years later, the record shop is gone
and you have moved across the ocean,
but the songs that conjure up our time together
will always send me reeling back to nightclub jitters.
April 20, 2019 at 9:22 am
thought it was
the loving cup
i just asked
dick to john
tim to tom!
April 20, 2019 at 9:39 am
Very nice, Susan. I love hearing you read your work.
April 20, 2019 at 10:09 am
Thank you so much, River!!!!
April 20, 2019 at 11:40 am
April 20, 2019 at 9:41 am
I loved this one when I first read it. I still do.
April 20, 2019 at 10:09 am
Thank you, Gorgeous!
April 20, 2019 at 10:35 am
April 20, 2019 at 9:52 am
Lovely! It’s the way you combine melancholy with these crazy/free memories from youth.
Again, it is so good to hear your voice!
April 20, 2019 at 10:10 am
Thank you so much, B! This makes me so happy!
April 21, 2019 at 11:23 am
I really can’t get enough of your voice!
April 20, 2019 at 11:42 am
Gorgeous. I love the view into your past.
April 20, 2019 at 4:05 pm
It is nice to remember good times!!! Love you, BB!
April 20, 2019 at 8:35 pm
Yes it is my dear! And your poem brought so many happy memories!
April 21, 2019 at 7:23 am
I think we grew up in a wonderful time, Sarah, in so many ways….even though I am older than you!!!!
April 21, 2019 at 6:27 am
Oh Susan, it’s so much though—bittersweet and coming of age and romantic even. It look me on a journey through my own best friends. ❤️
April 21, 2019 at 7:30 am
I realized this morning how much this must resonate with you, especially now. You are in my thoughts and in my heart!!!
April 20, 2019 at 3:10 pm
a beautiful poetic memoir 🙂
April 20, 2019 at 4:06 pm
Thank you so much, Wendi!
April 20, 2019 at 4:17 pm
oh it is truly my pleasure.
April 20, 2019 at 3:20 pm
I love the visceral, wistful story you tell, Susan. What a beautiful tribute to a friendship. 💜
April 20, 2019 at 3:21 pm
Also. It’s always amazing to hear it in your voice!
April 20, 2019 at 4:08 pm
Thank you, my friend. I am still a little wary of my own voice, so it is wonderful to hear that it works with the poems. Thank god I am not an actor! hahaha!
April 20, 2019 at 4:29 pm
Haha!! I love listening to poetry, especially in the authors own voice! We get to hear it how the author intended it to be read. That’s always insightful and adds a layer to the art!
April 20, 2019 at 4:07 pm
Thank you so much, Angela! It was a special time and I love that the friendship has lasted.
April 20, 2019 at 4:27 pm
You’re so welcome, and that’s awesome!!
April 20, 2019 at 4:23 pm
hit the Starwood or maybe the Whiskey
2 steps from obliteration, but it was always so easy and ok
a quick line was always close or something else to ease the pain of the avalanche falling on us
I may have been a few years ahead in this trajectory
April 21, 2019 at 7:22 am
I love this Mark!!!! Music lives in the bones of some of us!
April 22, 2019 at 7:13 pm
So happy to see you continuing the narrations. You have a beautiful voice 💜
April 23, 2019 at 8:06 am
Thank you so much! You are wonderful! I am sorry I haven’t responded to your lovely gesture. Life is throwing me some massive curves lately, but please know that I am so grateful for your generosity and kindness….and for your writing, which allows me to escape into places I never imagined. You have a gorgeous and dark imagination!!!!
April 23, 2019 at 8:57 am
No need to apologize or rush yourself. I know you are busy and life can be quite chaotic. And you are too kind! Take care of yourself because your own writing is beautiful and unique. I love your poignant prose and i’m looking forward to more narrations!! Keep up the wonderful work and stay strong ❤
April 25, 2019 at 11:38 am
Wistfully nostalgic. I loved it!
April 26, 2019 at 5:52 am
Thank you, Steve!!!!
April 25, 2019 at 1:45 pm
Glad I found this! I look forward to reading more.
April 26, 2019 at 5:54 am
Thanks so much David! I look forward to reading your blog!
April 29, 2019 at 9:19 am
That was a beautiful poem, Susan.
I especially enjoyed your vivid imagery.
April 29, 2019 at 9:43 am
Thank you so much!!!