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Goss Keracey is an American poet,
essayist, and writer currently
residing in Lexington, KY.

He writes about love, life,
relationships, learning, philosophy,
and living with depression.
 

Goss Keracey, Goss, Keracey, Lexington, Kentucky, KY, Author, Writer, Writing, Love, Poet, Poetry, Poem, Article, Essay, Essayist, Journalist, Journalism, Artist, Illustrator, Designer, Art, Comics, Entertainment, Business, Philosophy, Academics, Photographer, Sculptor, Painter, Mathematician, Logician, Intellectual, Genius, Critic
 

Many years ago
When I was young and ever-spry,
My hairline, then, was less receded,
And my stomach tight, but, I digress;
Where was I? Oh yes!
I sat and quaffed a whiskey in a pub
Alone one night.

After more than one or two, it’s true:
My spirit was alight
And humor too, it seemed,
I felt courageous and alive.
And so, I hoped that happenstance
Would take its place upon my side,
And I decided to be sociable
Or at least, give it a try…

Now, feeling drunk but hardly daring,
I thought it wise to start by staring
Inconspicuously ‘round the room
If only just to pass some time.
Perhaps this tactic would provide me with
The perfect moment when I
Would make a move,
If only I could get the nerve
To strike.

So gaze I did, and just as well,
For, there was little chance I’d quell
The urge to stay there safely
On my own and fantasize.
And just as I’d all but resigned,
I caught a fleeting glimpse
That to this day I would swear
Could have been an angel drifting by.

Says I: “Lo, what marvelous thing is this?
Hath my imagination gone and run wildly amiss?”
Dubious, I admit, but aspiring to see things clearly,
“Doth mine eyes deceive me merely
To invoke this dithering fit?”
Or something like that…

And now, thoroughly amazed,
I sit and recount the drinks I’ve sipped,
For, surely that would explain it,
This illusion of a myth!
Let’s see:
There’s the whiskey (thrice I filled)
The tequila (that I spilled)
And one mystery concoction
I don’t think the barkeep billed.

And still, she sits there smiling,
Like some bold, flirtatious siren
While I, awkward as a deer gaping at a blinding light
Sit shyly––grinning.
And it was then I felt
My head start spinning;
Still in utter disbelief
The fates had so aligned.

At first, I thought it was her smile
That petrified me for a while;
Hypnotized by her allure,
I tried to pinpoint my demise.
But in the end, I’m sure it was
Her gorgeous gazing eyes
That left me reeling, feeling silly
And completely mesmerized.

9 comments on “Mesmerized

  1. Beautiful words that capture the moment of the girl with the gorgeous eyes. xx

  2. AIG says:

    Beautiful poem. Eloquent and with humor. Loved it!

  3. I’m loving your style. Thank you 🙂

  4. Alan H. says:

    Reblogged this on The Phlogisticated Mind and commented:
    Well done, sir.

  5. Interesting site! Lots of talent all the way around…The IT Men was unfathomably hilarious! Well…till the end, anyway. 😀

    Thanks for the “Like” at Writers Plain & Simple.

  6. Mesmerized by the wonderful poem 🙂 Loved the enactment and could visualize it 🙂

  7. BrokenBridge says:

    Beautiful well versed

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