Daver Austin Poet Tanka

The Pitch

THE PITCH

why
I ask
did she do that
i console myself
sun got in her eyes


trying to remember
is it mary lou
or carrie
never mind
whichever just gave me the finger


this english class
so big
yet so small
sitting back of
that long    shiny    black hair


all i said was
could i borrow a piece of paper
then she blew
tossed the wet rag
over her shoulder


that awful night
I asked her out
no reply
just a face
that belongs on rushmore

Dave Austin

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Shirley Hudson October 19, 2021 at 5:38 PM Oh those days of young love and what might have been. Your poem brought back so many memories bringing a smile to my face. Remembering that young girl that did say yes taking me back to a time I want to relive again.

James Peranteau January 19, 2015 at 9:51 PM Now, I could ask....was she pretty, if the answer was yes, I would agree for a prettier face on Rushmore ! *smiles* Love the write my poetic friend ! .....headed for #2

Joe Maverick January 19, 2015 at 12:21 PM Hello Daver, I sent you mail a bit back..' (hope you are good there.)

Monterey Sirak January 19, 2015 at 9:00 AM Wow! I love these especially the first one. I well remember days when I made up explanations to console myself.

Andrea Dietrich January 18, 2015 at 4:53 PM Hey, Daver. May the sun be grinning down on your very soon!!

Skat A January 17, 2015 at 9:45 PM I'm getting old Daver, however, that will never change my love for poetry. And I sure love this write, the stare and the placement you gave her. Love ~SKAT~

Andrea Dietrich January 15, 2015 at 10:45 PM oh wow, these are so cool to read. My favorites are the third one and the last one. A fave for Rushmore. SO interesting!!!

Andrea Dietrich January 15, 2015 at 10:44 PM hey, did you have a warm December too, my friend? Let me read this poem now. Daver Austin January 16, 2015 at 11:41 AM December was wonderful. January? BUMMER! Love, daver

Jan Allison January 14, 2015 at 5:53 AM humourous but tinged with sadness Daver:-) hugs Jan xx Jan Allison January 14, 2015 at 3:32 PM Maybe its just my 'British' sense of humour lol:-) Hugs Jan xx Daver Austin January 14, 2015 at 3:30 PM Are you kidding? These are for humor. I've never had enough courage to make a pitch. Love, daver

Michelle Mac Donald January 13, 2015 at 6:12 PM LOL! Oh, that would be a cold, hard, granite face, Daver! Asked her out to return her 'wet rag'? Might have been a gesture of chivalry on your part. An amusing write! Keep well, love, Mikki Daver Austin January 14, 2015 at 3:33 PM These are just for fun. I was so handsome, no girl would ever turn me down. Hardy harr, harr. Love, daver

Barbara Gorelick January 13, 2015 at 3:15 PM Oh Daver, this is funny and tragic at the same time. Young feelings can be so intense. Did she really blow and throw? BG Daver Austin January 14, 2015 at 3:35 PM If a girl had blown and thrown I'd have dipped her curls in the ink well. These are for laughs only. Love, daver

Emile Pinet January 13, 2015 at 2:08 PM The author slowly opens his heart to the reality confronting him and shuns his naivety and wants relief from his hurt. Emile. Daver Austin January 14, 2015 at 3:37 PM I was a fat kid and could have cried had any of this happened, but I was a fat kid with a good humor. I'd have laughed. Love, daver