Flashbacks Poem by Bill Knott

Flashbacks

Rating: 2.8


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Walterrean Salley 29 November 2016

(Flashbacks by Bill Knott.) **Nostalgia; amusing reflections.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 06 December 2018

Such a well penned poem by Bill Knott....................

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Matthew Holloway 06 December 2018

A fun poem, well written

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Adrian Flett 06 December 2018

Flashbacks that abound with sensual, sexual memories that juxtapose, interrelate in the loose structure of the stanzas.

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Suzon Albert 06 December 2018

Fantastic poem. Nicely penned.

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Edward Kofi Louis 06 December 2018

Onto the carpet! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Muzahidul Reza 06 December 2018

how empty the buttonholes seem....... here is the problem even with esthetic every thing in flashing back, finally come these two lines, loved

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Ratnakar Mandlik 06 December 2018

A beautifully crafted melodious song and a pleasure to read.

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Anil Kumar Panda 06 December 2018

Very nice poem. Enjoyed.Thanks for sharing.

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Bill Knott

Carson City, Michigan
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