Jerry Buckley


Or Maybe... - Poem by Jerry Buckley

I can't remember, just now, whether or not,
or what sort of tulips I'd planted, last fall.
It's inexcusable to me, that I'd forgotten,
but my muddled memory evades recall.

Did I follow up suite again, and bury
passles of pink pastels on promenade?
Or is the bed pregnant with Tulip Shirley,
her soothing, changing-colored fade?

Did I pick up a package of Parrots in Memphis,
impulse purchased along some shopping spree?
Then, mixed them in with the jonquels and lilacs;
up front, so the neighbors could see?

Did I mail order? Lady Janes? From Holland's?
To spiff the back corner that's so confused.
Did I go a' natural, transplanting the Darwins?
I'm told they can winterize and be re-used.

I anticipate a blunder; can only wait and wonder,
how these candy stripes just come from Beck's
can enhance the value of my buried treasure.
Will they cause a color riot, or peacfully co-exist?

... I suppose only time can tell.



'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley


Comments about Or Maybe... by Jerry Buckley

  • Hans Vr (2/19/2012 6:29:00 AM)


    Good one, Jerry. I like the good sense of human mixed with great writing talent (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Sara Fielder (1/27/2012 10:06:00 AM)


    Always a pleasure reading your poetry. It never fails to make me smile! (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 10, 2012


[Report Error]