my father said 'son you've got to
make that run
if you'll ever begin to win'
but dad
I can't lose
if I refuse
to choose
your game that won't allow sin
my mother said 'Lee why can't you
see
that it's time in your life for a wife? '
but ma I've spent my eyes on
the tattooed thighs
of a girl with a pearl handled knife
like a lynx
on the prowl past the fox and the owl
she breezes the ground
without sound
and I know
you won't find that she's the marrying kind
there's no part of her heart
to be found
Talent, charm and intelligence combined in young rebellion. I enjoy it. Keep it up. CP
interesting poem........a poetic dialogue with morals to think about.
Your poem reminds me of a song by Jeremy Fisher about a hapless young fellow smitten by a girl who runs guns. He says, ' Her love is a scar that never heals.' The best words I've 'heard' tonight are '..like a lynx on the prowl past the fox and the owl..'
You shore aren't the marryin' type pardner...[mebbe fictitious on paper, that is], but is she a dream or? ? By the way, 'appy 56th birthday in advance. Keep writin pardner.. Cheers. Subroto
Very creative picture of a young rebel, without sin life'd boring! Well done; -) Take care, Martine
well... its fantastic write! ! ! knowing that i am also such a rebellious brat... the youngest of the three sisters in our fam.... love this line... she breezes the ground without sound and I know you won't find that she's the marrying kind there's no part of her heart to be found
Fabulous imagery Lee! You must have been quite a lad! You certainly had all the best answers for your parents you, young rebel you! 10 Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ah the rebel has found hs cause....'no part of her heart to be found', , , , would he have it any other way.....no challenge in the predictable, , , , mysterical....exotic...maybe with a touch of Lee Spillane, , , ,