ah, I see you have been intrigued by the same sort of man I was. leather jacket, motorcycle, free spirit. I declined as well but kick myself every once in awhile because I still think of him alot. especially when I hear the music. beautiful poem. thank you!
Well, I've now read it three times, and, as well as loving the second, third and fourth stanza every time, the bit about the nurses still eludes me (dumb male) I thought the theme was great, and I loved what he said to her. In other words, I liked it, I just didn't understand... Be Happy
<laughs> I was reading through Graeme's comments, and was intrigued by what confused him. It made me chuckle. I think I understand the statement, and the conclusion, that fantasy is enough. I understand the sentiment expressed as well. And, after dating a musician (a drummer no less) for three years or so, and then marrying a true dream, rather than the fantasy of that, I'll stick with my words. I did have a question: In the second line, did you intend the pun that he "road" the Harley, rather than "rode" it? Great poem. Thanks for the smile. Keep manipulating those words.
I got a good laugh out of this one. One thing though, it's your fantasy so if he had three wives it is your fault!Right? It's a good write though and I enjoyed read'n it. Great way to start the day! Plus we are finally get'n a little bit of some very much needed rain so I am happy. as I lift my coffe cup I say, here's to you and rid'n Harley's and being happy. !Doc`
lol - I guess no one likes to be a statistic ... Anyway I guess this music was heard in the past, is being heard in the present and will be heard in the future ... No matter how palatable we find false news to be I guess the truth always wins simply because it has the facts :)
That line "all of my wives were nurses" just slays me. I love how your wisdom shines in this. And you describe him, but there's no explanation, just the long soft hair of a musician. Musicians make great lovers, I'm sure you know.
Having lived on fantasy with my lady for so long before we even laid eyes on each other, it's pretty good without all the ugly bones and pain love can leave us with. I like your reply and how it come through as your title, great job. peace and love, Nan