I'm Your Man

 

listening to Cohen
on my old record player
I remember our first argument
about tea and oranges
in an old Victorian shelter
peeling green
and rusty red
next Perch Rock

It wasn't 
that I found Cohen
a bad poet
in my arrogant youth
I sensed a rival
needing destruction
under a cold blue sky
resonant with screeching gulls

as we walked 
hand in hand
prize won
unbeknownst to her
I could hear
Leonard reprimanding me
for using his poetry
for such base means

or was he 
quietly
chuckling?





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-03-08 at 09:50

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shells
Nostalgia by the bucket load here, I was a fan of Cohen (and still am) I so enjoyed the youth and those final three lines, I am smiling still, thanks.
2012-03-09


NicholasG
As a teenager I had little patience for music that didn't include amplifiers and a delinquent drummer. Thank heavens for the mellowing process!
Thanks Peter.
2012-03-09


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
ahh our leonard.
he is indeed a man :)
the likes of which between you both give hope.
2012-03-09


halfjack
he was chuckling :)
2012-03-08


countryfog
I once had a similar "argument" with a young lady and Kahlil Gibran . . . Gibran won.
2012-03-08



Pretty perceptive for a youngster, you must have been. This had me smiling all the way through. I do think he would be chuckling, though—he was a young man too, and you—his rival.
2012-03-08


Nathalia
I like the feel of your poem.
2012-03-08