And this one
then that one
try another one
not just yet
one more...and one more
and finally, at last
I muster the expression
that you demand, that you command
Hello black, goodbye red
This one goes back.
i see i left a comment nearly two years ago. i stand by it; i had similar thoughts today as i read it twice, having forgotten i read it previously. bri :)
Although I'm flustered at this word buster it sounds like you know how to spend a Friday, life's a box of chocolate, you get black and red.
This is an interesting poem, one I would come back to again and again trying to dip into the head of the poet. I feel the mind is racing in this one, that one...I like it because it tugs at me.....
Thank you so much! I am happy your thoughts were racing...what I tried to do was compress hours of activity into just a few seconds...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
M. J., this poem reminds me of Margaret and I at The Bay testing colognes. She was driving me and the sales clerk totally bananas. She and I are no longer an item, but I still use variations of that same cologne. Go figure!
Richard, thank you so much. I hope I awoke great memories. And yes, we were at The Bay the afternoon that inspired this poem. Thanks again.