mumbling

rengo -- linked tanka

 

how i remember

being seventeen:     stupid

and happy, only …

was it that long?  why, it must

have been a million, at least.

at least, i know who

i am now, and what i am:

torn-up, tattered.

penelope schmott sat on

a stone wall, reading Cohen

and good beautiful

Bradbury, and during some

poetic passage,

fell off, poor child; the king’s men,

and the king himself, could do

naught with the ragged

and jagged pieces.  two green

eyes spilled on the ground,

wondering what had happened,

crying, remembering how

it was to be just

seventeen, only … oh, was

it that long ago?

i loved being seventeen

stupid and happy and whole

 

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love this...we were stupid and happy then...but also when we were sad, all the king's men couldn't put us back together again..because everything was such a crisis at that age...but oh to have that reckless abandon..

great read.

jacob

[Sami Khalil]

A great poem down memory lane when you were seventeen and a teen...Splendid...:)