i poured a poesy
from a jar in a field
full of two-petaled
flowers that were
not mechanical
boxes filled with
churning lubricant,
but she
had on a dead
man's shirt.
the sun was just
coming up, and
our shoes were
covered with dew.
I remember purple
plaid blankets
and her beaming.
and we called his* behavior flashing, not beaming; he also did mooning, but only in the...........morning. ;) * my brother-in-law
was she beaming you OR her? ? UP or DOWN? i have some dead man's shirts in my closet; my brother-in-law's. but i got them BEFORE he died, and........NO...........he did NOT die of 'exposure', though he was well-known for exposing himself. to MyPoemList, just for the heck of it, ....and more. bri ;)
A smooth sentimental in the best Iaiah Berlin sense - makes one want to say ah and yet one knows these episodes. Cool
Highly imaginative piece of poetry. The last sentence l remember purple blankets and her beaming is very romantic and I love it so much. Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It does have a beautiful imagery when we really imagine what you tried to say here, poetic expression to me_Soul