Combine youthful passions with the great Bard Byron and I guess as you have so cleverly just demonstrated: You can't lose! Now I see why Baudelaire did not work so well for me!!! Reciting phrases naughty and filled with debauchery, didn't even get a C, in that category. Great poem as usual David, and one I would give my sons, alas, they are beyond that wisdom, so I will give it to my three grandsons instead and hope they follow your concise and erudite instructions down to the "poetic" letter. easy
Ah, Byron, George of the vinegar and potatoes! I always like these off-the-cuff-seeming story poems, which are every bit as meticulous as your earlier sonnets. This one has the flavour (not sure why) of poems by an Aussie named Max Fatchen. Max is one of the poets I have admired forever, so I'm paying you a compliment!
The memories, the observations in the bookstore and the selection of the book and the reasons are all well presented with your unique and talented poetic skill. Interesting choice of rhymes that work well. The poem tells the story so well without sidetracking, interconnecting all segments. A great write.
your brain scares me, my friend, Lol. Weird but what else should I expect from you. Even your weird writing is excellent. one thing about your poetry, the reader never knows what to expect. Thats why we all keep coming back.
Your poems are becoming mini cinemas in my mind, more witty and dear then Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan movies. :) Very well done. I had to smile at the curse cuz I hear that one coming out from the bathroom everyday when James shaves too. lol.
I liked the way you described the covy of Harry Potter fans on that first day of the latest release. I must admit I stood my ground to get my copy early enough to read it before I had to fork it over to my grandsons who were coming to visit in a few day. I made it, barely.