I Remember the Moment

Strut through the airport with sin in my walk

on a mission, my boyfriend is ready to dock

Primped and perfumed, chance stops the clock

I remember the moment our eyes meet and lock


Standing in the midst, an entourage, your flock

Saudi robes cloak a body, beneath just a jock

Dark intensity caresses from eyes like a hawk

I remember the moment our eyes meet and lock


Silence send signals, the crowd ceases to talk

Strangers part of an instant, I gather, gain stock

Catch a glimpse of privilege in a flash of mock

I remember the moment our eyes meet and lock


Life as you please, on a lusty whim ad hoc

I smile, turn away, with no mystery to unlock

Controlling the story you take back to Iraq

I remember the moment our eyes meet and lock


God save us from ideals steeped in hypocrisies shock

Where innocence dies crushed beneath a rock

And money seals the deal that buys the caulk

But no mask for the devil when your eyes meet and lock


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Fantastic work here; great turn of phrase and images for the mind. I love this!

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

billybuc, You made my day! Thank you.

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Winsome 4 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas

"Strut through the airport with sin in my walk" I can just see you. Did you hear my whistle? =:)

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Hey, thanks good lookin! This actually happened right before 9/11. And, yes, you're whistle reverberated off my apartment walls! You got the power, winsome!

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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. You have the talent to make me picture just the scene at the airport. Fantastic.

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Gypsy. Just the other day I heard two women, both poets, on NPR, where they read part of their work. I think it was the Fresh Air program. The one that struck me the most, so powerful it left me crying in my car, was the story of a man where the residents in a war torn country where being evacuated from their homes. He kept pigeons and sadly, had to let them free, never knowing if he'd see them again. When he came back, the homes were gone, but the pigeons were gathered on the ground where the house once stood, looking at the man as if to say "where is our home"? It was like poetry I've never heard...no singsong, no need for rhyme...it had a rhythm...a cadence...it was in the skillful writing and reading by the author. It was storytelling, a message with a heartbeat. Simple, but profound. I think she could make doing the laundry an art form! I think it would be fun and challenging to write something with that kind of free spirit and give it wings using your own voice. Maybe someday. Actually, it's something anyone could do with anything they write. I remember A.A.Zavala recording one of his pieces and hearing him give it life was astounding. Your comment, Gypsy, about "seeing" the scene got me thinking! Thank you.

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breakfastpop 4 years ago

Well done and oh so awesome. I voted it that wayt!

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Pop, Just like you, oh so awesome! Thank you so much.

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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

Love your unique phraseology, amy. Thanks for the treat. Can't help but wonder, though, did you know beforehand about the 'jock?' Titillating, m'dear!

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Ah, ha! Nothing escapes you, drbj. Actually, I never knew what stayed beneath those opulent robes, but from his demeanor; vain, cocky, superior and "holier than thou", I plead guilty of assuming. The encounter was, literally, minutes. But, it made enough of an impression on me that I still remember. The details, although, impressions only, were enough, leaving my dignity and only power, intact. As always, drbj, your wheels are turning, your visits anticipated with hope and your comments amazing. Thank you!

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Docmo 4 years ago from UK

Oh wow. I am glad you are back writing these beautiful,awesome poetry that demonstrate your verve with the words. Every line rings like an exquisite chime and sends pleasant reverberations in my brain. If I was a bell, you will be my campanologist. ( That sounds strangely cheeky. I meant in a literary sense. ha ha!) ' 'Strut through the airport with sin in my walk' ... mmm hmm. You are a consummate wordsmith, Amy. time and time again you deliver. voted up of course and all across ... Can I whistle too?

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I know the word "adorable" is usually reserved for a baby or a puppy, but, baby, you are adorable. I'm certain if I looked the word up in the dictionary, your beautiful face (in your new photo here) would be looking back at me. But, you won't be there because the succinct requirements of a dictionary couldn't cover the multi-faceted magic of Docmo. And, when you write anything, be it a story like "The Family Tree", a new form of poetry, or something that teaches one of your unending scopes of interests or a comment, though a world away, I feel like you are talking to me.

So, your comments are what I hope for everytime I write something, Mohan. They are the best, because they are so you. And, if you don't whistle, I'll cry, magic man!

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Lucky Cats 4 years ago from The beautiful Napa Valley, California

wow! Amy, it is said that an entire experience can exist in a glance..an affair can happen as two catch one another's gaze while backed up in freeway traffic; a glimpse from across the room...love at first sight...lust in an instant...this is what you've described..but the person opposite you is a scary, dangerous and forbidden player...he would hate you for his being attracted as instantly as he would give in to his attraction...that is the possible pure evil of some who wear those robes. I'm glad this was a chance...without a chance..encounter. Really palpable..no matter the hint of danger...this is a very compelling scene and one I would have been drawn into, as well...there is something about risk!!yikes!!!!!

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

It's funny, Kathy, because I've had numerous such happenings in my lifetime. But, this one, felt scary in an instant. Not at the time as I was in the midst of a crowded airport, but in thinking about it after the fact. Someone with power, wealth and a mindset of having what he wants at all costs is not usually a person that accepts refusal. But, all's well that ends well. But for someone that isn't observant down to the nuances could be hurt, in more ways than one.

Your comment made me recall another time when I was young and out with the girls. We went into a pub, the music was playing and I locked eyes with a stranger. Without a word, we walked slowly towards each other in the middle of the floor, met, he told me I was beautiful(the only thing said), we hugged, he spun me around, and we then walked back to our parties. It was like in the movies. FUN! All my girlfriends were hysterical with laughter and so was I. I just had to tell you! I'm laughing right now as I remember and write this to you. Thanks for bringing back some fun memories, Kathy.

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Sylvia's Thoughts 4 years ago from Southern California

Amy, you have such a uniqueness with the way you write. You have the gift of creating mental pictures with your words. I love this!

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I don't think anyone could say anything that would touch me more than your words, Sylvia. Thank you

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epigramman 4 years ago

..it looks like there will be an Amy marathon of comments from the epi-man this Saturday afternoon - I just took it for granted (bad thing to assume anything) that you were most or less fed up or through with the Hub but it's so nice to see you back here in affirmative and world class style ......by the way I get the feeling you don't particularly care for 'my writing' because you never bother to comment - so sorry about that because I always lived for your comments

lake erie time 1:12pm

How is your beloved Mac feeling these days? Have you decided on moving yet?

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Don't take my absense personally, Colin. My life is topsy turvy these days. I'm helping me mum on a regular basis, I have employed a lawyer to help me with a QDRO to finalize a divorce settlement involving a debt owed me, and lots of changes.

Mac is still struggling with a bladder infection, despite a steady stream of antibiotics. Next step will be an ultrasound or xray to see if he has a bladder stone. He is better as the meds, although not resolving the problem, hold it at a level where he is comfortable.

Me mum has invited me to move in with her into her home, but not Mac. Needless to say, that is the only thing that is not negotiable. HE'S ME MAN. I could never abandon him, even if he was well and in his prime. However, I know I don't need to explain that to you.

I apologize for not visiting at your place, Colin. I'll come visit this weekend. Your writing is and will always be uniquely creatively magnificent.

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thost 4 years ago from Dublin, Ireland

Nice poem, I like where it takes you. Vote up.

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you so much, thost. I'm so glad you enjoyed my poem.

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