You did build a reflection of illusions... The way so many lives end up I think. We look in the mirror and every line reminds us of a time, place, or person.. Every smile brings a song to the heart. Some songs fun and playfull, some sad and low. We know that time will teach lessons to us still and more to the young ones that will suckle a few lessons from our experience. Oh well, off to learn some more tunes to whistle and teach a few oldies but goodies to the youngsters as well.
Great poem. You should sleep well tonight. ha
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
I hope so! Slept like hell last night and was up prowling by 2:30 AM.
You did build a reflection of illusions... The way so many lives end up I think. We look in the mirror and every line reminds us of a time, place, or person.. Every smile brings a song to the heart. Some songs fun and playfull, some sad and low. We know that time will teach lessons to us still and more to the young ones that will suckle a few lessons from our experience. Oh well, off to learn some more tunes to whistle and teach a few oldies but goodies to the youngsters as well.
Great poem. You should sleep well tonight. ha
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
I hope so! Slept like hell last night and was up prowling by 2:30 AM.
Ah, the title sets the stage for what is being planned and oh how skillful the "seducer" seems to be as she gets that "coo coo ca chew" whistle ready to bring the train car into the depot! This is great - will she really do it, or just dream about it as she thinks she retains this power? You write of a subject that is oft' off limits as we sit sipping tea and eating crumpets in our parlors, while in the bedroom reality is fabricated of one who wants to be ever young, and attractive. The cheeky monkey has hopefully learned how to keep his banana attached to the tree!!!.....lol
Excellent!
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12 Years Ago
thank you. I love to write about what is taboo, or off limits. There is just so much fodder to cho.. read morethank you. I love to write about what is taboo, or off limits. There is just so much fodder to chose from out there. :)
just another idea that had been runnin round this head for several weeks, and decided to just go wit.. read morejust another idea that had been runnin round this head for several weeks, and decided to just go with it and see what popped out...this is it.
12 Years Ago
If you truly want to hear the sounds of silence...go check out hellopoetry.com. LOL
12 Years Ago
LOL. So, start posting here again. Some of your friends miss you. Well, this one does, at any rate.
I enjoyed this very much, Mrs. Robinson . . . . ah, Lorena . . . . it's always nice to have fun with you. Oh, that didn't sound right, did it? Anyway, I liked your poem.
You are THE cheeky monkey, no two ways about it. Made me smile, made me think, made me a wee bit melancholy...good read for an easy breezy Sunday. Nice work...
i really enjoy the play on words in the title also.
jacob
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12 Years Ago
;). Thanks Jacob. This idea has been "planted in my brain" the past few weeks, so I just went with.. read more;). Thanks Jacob. This idea has been "planted in my brain" the past few weeks, so I just went with it. I'm not 100% happy with it yet, but I will come back to it and tweak here and there.
12 Years Ago
we are often too close to our own work to be happy with it.
but i see no need to tweak .. read morewe are often too close to our own work to be happy with it.
but i see no need to tweak this...as is...it reads perfectly in my eyes...
I'm not usually a tweaker. I write with pen and paper, and usually tweak in my head and make a lot o.. read moreI'm not usually a tweaker. I write with pen and paper, and usually tweak in my head and make a lot of chicken scratch. This one just spilled out directly on the keyboard in about 10 mintes, and I'm not sure if some of the tonal qualities are just right.
12 Years Ago
i too, write similarly...
like Frank O'Hara...the poems just spill out of me...i tweak .. read morei too, write similarly...
like Frank O'Hara...the poems just spill out of me...i tweak as i go...and then usually just move on to the next one.
sometimes i go back and see something, and make a change or two...but mostly i let the poems do what they will...i feel like i am more a conduit than a poet.
Hello, I'm known as LA or LL. I am a bit of an enigma, but I like it that way. I'm on a bit of a hiatus from the site for now, as life has gotten a little busy, but I shall return.
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