A Minute Poem by Ellis Parker Butler
A Minute
She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
A minute.
She turned her smiling face to me;
I saw a roguish sweetness in it;
I kissed her once;—it took, maybe,
A minute.
The time was paltry, you’ll agree;
It took but little to begin it;
But since my heart has not been free
A minute.
I do not see my comments yet, once again here: ONE: the central theme revolves around the fleeting nature of time and the profound impact a brief moment can have on our life. I do not see my comment yet
TWO: the poet experiences a transformative event that lingers in their heart long after the physical act has passed
*** OXYMORON: [[ UNLIKE myself, who is only a moron ]] An oxymoron is a figure of speech that combines two words or phrases with opposite meanings to create a new idea or meaning' bri
I say that 'a roguish sweetness' is (or almost is) an oxymoron ***. Agree? Well, maybe it is better than NO SWEETNESS! ! ? (CONT.)
roguish: ro·guish /ˈrōɡiSH/ adjective 'characteristic of a dishonest or unprincipled person.' (cont.)
A decoration of love promptly repaid by a minute long kiss: and afterwards probably with a loving that'll last a lifetime. A less than a minute good read. read.
A very clever worded poem of fleeting moments.TOP Marks 5 Stars!
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12/12/2024 8:55:54 PM # 1.0.0
The poem was excellent as I started to begin it. Thoroughly amused as I finished, I realized all it took was a minute.