Francis Brown Poet Light Verse

My Mind Was Left To Think About

"dust scent through cold trampled field 
whilst butterflies hung by their wings to dry"  

- 'Time lost all realism'  

I've surveyed the road from 'time' to 'time' and saw Savoir-Vivre.
I will never be that woman; I've tied goats by 'their' necks in 
meadows 'to' graze and went home without remorse.

I still let my purpose wandered, 'lost,' like a panic,
or like the 'flies' that 'buttered' the 'wings' of airplanes to hijack rides
to where they are blown as 'dust' into 'Realism.'

At dawn, I milked cows just beyond the 'trampled' green, 
found 'butter' and called the vet to check for cancer. This is realism. 
We've sung songs 'by Eve,' then I 'dried' up and was BLOWN AWAY.

... and when the 'cold' came 'through' the legs of the trees, 
I became a 'Roper,' catching Autumn's 'scents' which is 'hung' up 
on waiting, and 'whilst' it lingers in these 'fields,' ...

... I stole a quote from Eve Roper. That is 'all' I did.

(Note: the first and second stanza of the poem are from Eve Roper's poem, "Time lost all realism." The third stanza is the title of the poem. I have used all the words in the lines and title in my poem ... and I confess to what I did).

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Eve Roper April 13, 2020 at 11:05 PM Francis, a very well written poem and your creative words. I like it. :) I usually don't write dark poems, but when I saw the photo I fell in love with it and had to write what the photo was trying to relate. Congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve Francis Brown April 15, 2020 at 11:55 PM Thanks

Anne-Lise Andresen April 13, 2020 at 1:50 PM - Wonderful poetic lines ... congratulations on your win, Francis :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Francis Brown April 15, 2020 at 11:55 PM Thanks

Silent One April 13, 2020 at 7:35 AM You confused me here.. You say you took her poem, but it is only two lines.. However, it was a good poem and I have placed you in the contest.. Francis Brown April 15, 2020 at 11:57 PM I took only a quote. Thanks

Peter Onyancha April 9, 2020 at 2:26 AM Oh Boy...I love this one ... and when the 'cold' came 'through' the legs of the trees, I became a 'Roper,' catching Autumn's 'scents' which is 'hung' up... Great piece. Francis Brown April 9, 2020 at 10:48 PM Thanks