Idiosyncrasy Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Idiosyncrasy
It was a sorghum field,
the drought had done its thing,
until the final vital drop
had gone into the atmosphere
abandoning the emus and the 'roos.
A spot of shade, it had been saved
due to a trickle from the water tank,
so green it looked a bit obscene
a bed of sorghum straw had been arranged,
where all of us, the ones who count,
were resting weary bones tonight,
a Southern moon reflected off the tin
so dry it had not seen a dropp of rain in years.
But not a care was present in our camp,
as limbs were intertwined and simply nude,
it was the ambience of a different world
where idiosyncrasy had taken on a meaning.
Some really great use of wording in this, Whilst I do not entirely understand its true meaning there are still aspects of this that are very enjoyable for the reader, Love Duncan
Thank you Sandra. I think we may have what we once had, and keep it. Forget convention.You have always been my special Chiffon Shakespeare to me. Love, Herbert
I do so much love to read your work. I re-read 'Sandra' and did have between us there a moment of sweet embrace and shed a tear at what we once had. You are still and will always be my friend...10+, as always, my love. - CS
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I would like to translate this poem
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I can almost feel this desert land, Herbs. Likewise, I can almost smell, touch, and taste the skin on the intertwined limbs, and see that single, lonely patch of greenery. Sensuous and rich. G.