Lindsay Smith

Rookie (December 16,1939 / Mataura, Southland, New Zealand)

Blue Rinse - Poem by Lindsay Smith

'I am one of those people who let's life wash over me'
an old classmate said that to me after rehearsal
at the Playhouse in the early 60s

we were sitting in the stalls in the half dark
the thick padded old seats squeaked as we breathed
I think I may gone along just to chat her up

I had no interest in the play at all
just noticed her name on the billboard
& on impulse went in looking for her
so long ago now I don't even remember her name

what she said that afternoon has kept floating
around in my head, popping up periodically
an enduring echo from the past
dissolved into a backlog of peculiar memories

her face, the smell & shape of her young body
her fine repertoire of gestures & smiles are gone

perhaps she was wise beyond her years
sometimes I wonder if she memorized that line
& loved to swirl it around in her mouth

that day I just happened to be around to catch it
that day I got more than I bargained for


Poet's Notes about The Poem

All my poems should be recited or read aloud.

Comments about Blue Rinse by Lindsay Smith

  • Brian Minniear (6/26/2014 9:22:00 PM)

    Absolutely splendid. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 2, 2012



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