Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Words - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Like little men with purple feet
though some with floppy ears,
they move with poise and innate grace
through common mists
and yellow fog,
possessed of restless souls
and driven by exotic sounds.
These are the words we know,
like hands across a gorge
which, cruelly, demands the toll
of sacrifice from those who pass.
The resonance of utter specificity
which shuns all shame of mediocrity,
lays open welcome laws and rules.
with time and honoured gestures of sheer class
it wipes away impertinence and fools.

Comments about Words by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (4/11/2006 8:54:00 AM)

    Enjoyed this Herbert, great description of people's ability to win or fumble their deserved respect.. You shall always have mine I am sure.. ; b Angie (Report) Reply

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  • (4/11/2006 5:17:00 AM)

    A good definition Herbert. Right on infact. 10 from woman of too many words for somes comfort! Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

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