The two men
walk together like overgrown boys,
a jaunty humor jingling between them.
One of them dwarfs the other.
The smaller, compact man
carries a rolled up blueprint
under his arm.
The other is big and athletic.
Are they brothers?
The are like octaves of the same song,
point counterpoint, music
walking nonchalantly along.
It's a great idea to compare human bond and connection to music, harmonious or discordant. A fine poem indeed.
Max, I have to agree with Tara about your 'octaves of the same song' - it certainly is a satisfying metaphor, as is this slice of life you portray in your highly accessible and wonderfully poetic style. Love your 'jaunty humor jingling between them' too. A thoroughly appealing piece. love, Allie xxxx
Now that is a brilliant analogy (octaves of the same song) . Lovely subtle rhyming scheme. I love to people-watch and have often wondered such a thing. Cousins? Brothers? Father and son? Excellent Max - and summed up so succintly. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ther's one pair that comes to my mind here: the pair in 'Of Mice and Men'... Cheers. Subroto