eyelashes tempt
in covert mirrored flirt
her pouting lips
laughter burns my manhood
to bitter dregs of coffee
latte macchiato
children play their games
confidently young
not even adding sugar
can hide this bitter age
Today at dVerse poetics Grace introduce us to C. Nelson Kellar. I’m currently experimenting a little writing poetry in much shorter form.
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April 29, 2014

Interesting this short form…like what you’ve come up with…do you mind if I tell you macchiato is written with two c’s or did you do this on purpose like with gamees in the following line?
Ah.. thank you.. I just saw the gamee… 🙂 I will correct. The form is actually inspired from the tan renga squared 🙂
Yes, that is a great meme I enjoyed it very much myself! 🙂
The ageless taste lingers much after bitterness mallows…..
what a great solace … 🙂
Bjorn, It’s a good thing there are other compensations that come with aging. 🙂 Good poem and lovely painting.
Susan
I agree.. never any unmotivated giggles.. or hopscotching on the street… good that we still can dream.
A lovely short verse, sharply bitter aftertaste ~ I can imagine what happened with her tempting eyelashes ~ Thanks for participating Bjorn, smiles ~
quite an embarrassment 🙂
Not gonna hop and giggle, giving your butt a wiggle? Probably a good thing lol
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laughter burns your manhood…i have to say, i cringed at that…ha….
great last stanza….that can def be a tough age, no matter how much sugar you put on it…smiles.
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you know… bitter coffee has its own magic… and maybe there’s a time when not much sugar is needed anymore…just saying…smiles
Oh yes.. I would never add sugar to my coffee.. I thrive in bitterness.
Well, someone has to “thrive on bitterness”, brother, but not me; I doctor up my coffee with cream & honey & chocolate, letting the inner child enjoy the sweetness. Your poem of rejection, real or imagined, & paean to aging works very well; reminding us/me that everyone has feelings, self-images, fears, & regrets; not just poets.
lil bitter taste of baker’s chocolate never hurts… unless it burns your manhood… then that’s a diff story… ha. I like this short form from you. This poem holds quite a few meanings in a few words
Thank you.. yes I wanted a little ambiguity… 🙂
Like where you took this! But I am a fan of shorter form–lots of punch in this piece
Thank you.. yes I write quite a lot of haiku.. so this was to use that…
Nailing the age, the second before we laugh at ourselves. I hope you meant for us to see humor here!
Oh yes there is humor as well… could be so embarrising….
I drink my coffee without sugar..and sometimes it’s mean 🙂 but I like it.
Aha – the growing old (dis)gracefully. Let’s be bitter, but enjoy it, too? My Mum and I often quote the first lines of Jenny Joseph’s poem ‘Warning’ on just this subject!
I liked the ‘laughter burning manhood’ to me that was a cutting line and very powerfully stated. Well done Bjorn.
I too liked “laughter burns my manhood” . . . you have such a great way with words.
Woven triplets with couplets – 10 line ode to feeling like the dregs when youth bounces in winking, blinking, flirting…and all you do is nod. Love it!
Interesting poem and I think you pulled it off fine in shorter form..:)
Nice interpretation of the piece. Glad I saw Gay’s comment that made me go back and read again and see even more. And yes, that poor manhood.
Not sure how it happens, but men who dare age can become invisible. Some optic trick I suppose. This was a brilliant poem.
Laughter can be dangerous, working like a drug to tempt us into behaviour we know will prove to be a cul-de-sac
Shame about laughter burning your manhood and you thriving on bitterness..ageing does not have to be like this in the modern age.
ahh that flirt! leaving such bitterness behind – wonderful take on the beautiful painting – K
No, no, no!!! Aging shouldn’t turn you bitter! Love the piece, but don’t love the concept at all! *smiles and sighs at, once again, not getting carded at Systembolaget today*
I like this form…quite clever poem on your part…;)
Cool coffee analogies. I hope that age doesn’t turn me bitter…but maybe a stronger brew with time. 🙂
Great tan ranga Bjorn. A tan ranga squared does not seemed ‘short’ anymore.
Hank