Flashbacks Poem by Bill Knott
Flashbacks
All it takes is Laura Riding's riding-
crop across my butt, and I'm off:
Git-up horsie she cries astride me as
I crash sweetly onto the carpet.
Boredom what an esthetic,
cleansing the days-
I laud the vintage of my toothpick.
Small-husband to the floor,
my foot stoops in dance,
in courtship intervals.
Putting their clothes on afterwards
the lovers are surprised
at how empty
the buttonholes seem.
Such a well penned poem by Bill Knott....................
Flashbacks that abound with sensual, sexual memories that juxtapose, interrelate in the loose structure of the stanzas.
Onto the carpet! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
how empty the buttonholes seem....... here is the problem even with esthetic every thing in flashing back, finally come these two lines, loved
A beautifully crafted melodious song and a pleasure to read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/3/2024 7:12:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
(Flashbacks by Bill Knott.) **Nostalgia; amusing reflections.