- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Nature
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Click hereThe red paint on our deck is now peeling,
And the swing is rotting away on rusty screws.
Chirp, chirp chirp.
Hello, magnificence that was forgotten.
Hello.
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREalmost 17 years agoThank you LeBroz for retrieving such a magnificent "pure poetry"(don't ask me for definitions) for us from the archives!
LeBrozalmost 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,000 poems.
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steve porteralmost 19 years agotheres a bottle of Old Grandad's and an ancient magnolia tree wilting in the heat...thanks.
Anonymousalmost 19 years agolast two lines make this poem universal, an ethereal ceiling built upon the concrete base of the beginning set up.
the chirping I could live without
stick around, we are waiting for what is next...
annaswirls
Jennifer Calmost 19 years agoVery enjoyable, interesting
and thought provoking.
Very well written,
Thanks.
~ J
twelveoonealmost 19 years agoonly suggestion I could think of for improvement may be the addition of another colour. Like looking at a faded Maxfield Parrish. Hints, well done understatement.
Anonymousalmost 19 years ago....than meets the eye. I must admit I sometimes wonder about the green E but not this time.
Tess
postobitumalmost 19 years agoCertainly brings back a lot of summer memories...making me so very glad I am no longer in the Texas heat and humidity but instead on the oh so cool Pacific. Nicely done.
postobitumalmost 19 years agoCertainly brings back a lot of summer memories...making me so very glad I am no longer in the Texas heat and humidity but instead on the oh so cool Pacific. Nicely done.
