Suppose I was living on the bank of a river
Where ladies occasionally would come for a ride
In a boat with a friend or relative or lover;
And under the trees (all cosy inside,
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Your rhymes are impeccable. You are an Olympian writer. (Keep writing. The world's your oyster.)
Wonderful, Tan, particularly in view of your age at the time. May the Muse be reawakened. Don
Fascinating write Tan. I never know what to say when I really like a poem. But your imagery is awesome and the poem is in tight form. Well written. Red
Your established meter goes to pieces in these ending lines: 'Meanwhile I would sip from a bottle of champagne' 'There's an interesting book on African campaigns' 'Flowers, lovers, and birds rustling the green leaves.' It is of course possible to change rhythm in a poem, but it must serve the music, and here, it doesn't. The sentiments expressed are appropriate for a lad 17-19 years old, and these are less obsessed and freer-minded than one might expect, but the poem's light-hearted mood throws a greater burden on the quality of the music, which needs to be perfect for this to succeed.
Is suitably Shakesperian, NICE LINE, ...........................
Very interesting and fun poem.You've spent quiet some time on this and it has paid off.Love Duncan
No wonder you wanted me to read your work, you write with humor and I love it. I shall read a lot more of your work. Cheers Sylvie.
Another treat! I'm seriously wondering why you killed your muse.
Tan, This is a wonderful piece. I like the sing-song-like tempo, and the thrill of being an unknown voyeur. hehehe I like this one, tan. Well done. Shannon
An interesting read. Good description, painfully honest, witty, and funny.
This is excellent Tan, I love the flow of it, a gem of a narrative poem.
Now this is a delightful poem, Tan. It evokes those lazy afternoons and reminds me of a Seurat painting on the banks of the Seine. A little inspection of pretty ladies and a good book to read. Mind you I avoid Richard 111 because of Shakespeare's calumny against our last true monarch. You must start writing again, my friend.