brittle light
brittle light
Mar 08, 2013

Generation Gap

shiney sax
youngster brash
honkin' and squawkin'
shellacking a tune

"When Sunny Gets Blue", I think

she's wailing and flailing
with hot mustard gusto
and slap-happy swing

it's 6:00 am

I'm wishing she were older
caressing the tarnish
and weathered lines
in breaths long,
slow, and sure

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: upstate New York USA, USA

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Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 1 month ago

Oh! those damn memory flashbacks, I still hold onto even with the weathered skin and laboured breathing lol
Loved the write it was but a flash, so will not dwell there it may bring new tears to these old eyes,
Yours Ian.T

brittle light

I didn' forget you. Just running late again. I don't know how that happens! I am retired, now living alone, stay home, don't have too many chores, have no appointments, no funerals to attend...and still I run late!

so... thanks for taking your precious time to stop in....it's good to have some company now and then.

regards, from my hermitage