WHERE BUTTERFLIES FLOAT
(From the Poet’s Lifecycle – A Date with a Poet)
©2010 Robert Charles Burnham
I’ll take you where the butterflies float
Where dragons breathe crystal and
There’s ducks in the moat
Where Sir Galahad plays violin
And Sir John Lennon comes back
Again and again
I bring along a bottle of Pinot Noir
Holding hands in Paris, we’ll walk
The river’s shore
Where we’ll enter a coffee house and
Share a tale
And watch Jacques play with a whale
I will salute you with my glass
And to you, tip my hat
And crickets will run from your smoky cat
Shooting darts with Lawrence Queen*
Over a chug of ale
As we spy Bob Dylan behind the veil
We’ll chase fireflies as the
Sun goes down
And watch old blue moon come rolling ‘round
Then we will count the stars as they
Dance across the sky
And I’ll kiss your ruby lips – well at least I’ll try
Perhaps when dawn breaks on rainbow grand
We’ll wake to find that
We’re still holding hands
I’ll ask of our relationship
Inchoate
“Did you enjoy your date with this lovelorn poet?”
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* Lawrence is an 80-something Irish gentleman, retired professor of Journalism. I met him in coffee house this past weekend. He is a poet.
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Comments: 41
This is a very special date indeed, a very romantic carefree spontaneous date that usually turns out to be the most fun.
Your writing is the same, carefree, spontaneous and fabulous, but this one in particular. Love it....................a lot! (Whew, think I had one Pinot Grigios too many!)
A poet and an artist, wow!
I agree with everything our large-hearted, talented Kat has said. I have yet to come across a more carefree . more effortless poet than you - at least on Gather, if not the world.
This, like so many of your other five-minute, spontaneous ditties , is at once the stuff of great country music and wonderful poesy... Whether one is looking for balm for one's soul, or seeking mental stimulation through lilting verse, whether one is a connoisseur or a beginner - your poetry always seems to encapsulate just the right music for every heart. How do you manage to do this?!!
There's such delightful languor in this latest work - the freshness of budding romance and the romance of the trivial , so wonderfully enmeshed in that *lazy drawl* style of yours which is so easy on the ears and eyes, so soothing to the heart.
That you can manage to achieve all this so effortlessly despite all the torment, all the trials and tribulations this unfeeling world heaps on you is testimony to your inner strength and character, mon ami. You imbue us all with those very qualities every time you make an appearance on these pages.
Thank you for sharing this gem of a poem with us, amico mio. Basking in these heartfelt sunbeams of your immense talent seems to make me a better man, somehow - I don't know how.
Benedizioni a voi, il mio amico (and said in a lazy drawn out drawl...)
But hang on, hang on, you motor-mouth Aman, save that barn-burner comment for the actual poem! hahaha
And God, do I luhhhve that drawl of yours ... always have had a soft-corner for those Westerns and cowboy novels, you know. Grew up on a feast of Zane Greys, JT Edsons, and my all-time faves - the Sudden's!
(Oliver Strange, wasn't it? And later Frederick H. Christian?)
Man, those exciting gun-fights at sundown! I still thrill to those masterful scenes ... Even wrote a real fire-and-brimstone rock-and-roller about it all, too, back in the nineties with my erstwhile band.
(By the time May Day arrives again, amigo, I should have finished a video of that song. :) )
Thanks for posting this to The Surreal Circus!
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Good poem. I think this line makes it all work for me.
for tummies a flittering.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
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LOL: That icon looks like our (all of us here at Gather) writings are giving you a headache.
Lol.
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