one night

July 7, 2014 at 4:00 pm 14 comments

two glasses

an empty bottle of wine

the last flickers of a dying candle…

remnants of a quiet conversation

one piano

an empty bottle of beer

a snifter full of cash…

remnants of a night under the spotlight

two people dancing

one musician playing

a final song…

remnants of one evening

yet to be…

lived

 

 

 

 

 

 

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things one leading to…

14 Comments Add your own

  • 1. richardankerswrites  |  July 7, 2014 at 4:52 pm

    Beautiful, Kim, really is.

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    • 2. words4jp  |  July 7, 2014 at 8:30 pm

      Thank you. I have always been fascinated by dark nightclubs/piano bars/1940’s, 50’s and even the 60’s. Cotton Club meets the Copocabana.

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      • 3. richardankerswrites  |  July 7, 2014 at 8:35 pm

        Do you like film noir too out of interest?

      • 4. words4jp  |  July 7, 2014 at 8:41 pm

        Yes. I have always thought I was born in the wrong time period. My mom and I always wanted to switch. 😉

        I can picture the nightclub – in the days when men wore suits with hats or tuxes and women wore gowns with jewels and gloves. The band was either Tommy Dorsey or maybe Ellington or Ella Fitzgerald. People drank champagne and danced. Whether it was simply. Cheek to cheek or a tango or slow ballroom style.

      • 5. richardankerswrites  |  July 7, 2014 at 9:17 pm

        Hmm, to Ella Fitzgerald, you have great taste.

        Goodnight, off to sleep. Enjoy the rest of your day.

  • 6. MichelleMarie  |  July 7, 2014 at 5:22 pm

    I love this! 😄😄

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  • 8. Dom DiFrancesco  |  July 7, 2014 at 10:59 pm

    This is wonderful and offers such great images. For whatever reason the “snifter full of cash” really brought this to life for me, but then again I guess I’m a little strange. 🙂

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    • 9. words4jp  |  July 8, 2014 at 12:50 am

      No that is not strange at all. I always picture a piano at a bar with a brandy snifter full of $$. And Billy Joel or Ray Charles….

      Reply
  • 10. syl65  |  July 8, 2014 at 2:24 am

    Conjures up beautiful black and white film imagery. Thanks Kimberly.

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    • 11. words4jp  |  July 8, 2014 at 6:00 pm

      thanks:)

      Reply
      • 12. syl65  |  July 9, 2014 at 4:00 am

        You’re welcome : )

  • 13. marcus  |  July 8, 2014 at 4:21 am

    I can see this. I love this. Beautifully done M’lle Kimberly (((Awhoooo)))

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    • 14. words4jp  |  July 8, 2014 at 5:59 pm

      thanks – I would love to go back in time….I keep trying to write about this experience – i want to write a complete piece – i keep feeling bits and pieces though I see an entire evening – or shall I say an entire scene.

      Reply

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