Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Brigitte - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I was just nine - you caught my eye,
you stunned me with your smile.
I stood with friends when you swayed by,
I thought of you a while.

You were thirteen and looked to me
like...well...you had it all.
You wore your skirt above the knee
and rolled your hips - a Doll!

My love for you stayed classified,
I kept this secret for five years,
when in a school bicycle ride
your chain came off the gears.

I flew to you, with flailing arms,
discouraged other helpers.
My brain had triggered two alarms
'bout horny little yelpers.

You stabilised the bicycle,
I fiddled with the stupid chain.
Your hand touched mine - an icicle-
remained there, yes, that hint was plain.

A date? My mother asked
with mock surprise.
At 14, are you growing up?
And then she told me
words so stern and wise
and said that dating now
would be a real flop.

She was right, we stayed
until the curfew.
Talked about, well...mostly German Lit.,
and when there were just 15 minutes left
I tell you,
I held her hand
and squeezed a little bit.

Well, it was the obvious dilemma,
on one hand here was Brigitte,
she was so much cuter than
my classmate Emma.
I had good taste but I was just a midget!

Brigitte then accepted our bond,
over decades we did keep in touch.
Crucial learnings our kinship spawned
even though we didn't
hold each other much.

And today I am not sad.
When I think of her I miss her.
Only, sometimes do I wonder
why in all these years and decades
I just never had the guts to kiss her.


I still remember
looking at her hips,
but never ever
did we even talk about our lips.

For: Brigitte


Comments about Brigitte by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (11/22/2004 6:39:00 PM)


    I nice little float back in the past, well written by a good poet, as a man i think of it
    as the one i missed out on, but herbert that's just me, then again she could have been
    special.herbert you have a great ability of making the moment last
    thank you
    regard's AJS
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  • (11/21/2004 4:37:00 AM)


    Sweet, it reminds me of one of my favourite little things. 'The Look' by Sarah Teasdale (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 21, 2004

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 21, 2004


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