flappers, with tall blond
hair, a decade of the
doller, bubbles of false
prosperity, a crash, a hit,
a miss, a sudden dropp
in the bankers eyes
and face, the start of
a new age-the jazz age.
the age the stock market
crashed, and fell to the
ground.........
This is a good write. I just went to see 42nd Street. Lu(Kingskid)
an age of syncopated notes and full bloom freedom for blacks and whites
Hi David great poem, this was very unique and original. Interesting to read. You have a excellent imagery and good form. Your very expressive and lI ove reading your poetry. Take care.
Bubble gum and a crash from cash. A nice write. God bless-Michael Jeffrey Gale.
`DAVID..NICE READ....NICE WRITETHEM DAYS OF OUR PARENTS...ROARIN' & JAZZIN'...& LOOSING SOME FUN-MONEY ALONG TH' WAY...WELL PUT INTO SEQUENCE, GOOD SIR...A 10 FIR YA HOLD ON HISTORY''''''''''''''FRANK
Wow, Dadid, the title captured my interest and then you deliberately made me acknowledge the other parts of reality occuring at that time. I like that, wonderful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i have my idea of flappers, we wont go into it a nice piece of work or better still art Warm regards allan