The Bagman

[Delta40]

She practiced her Tai Chi
as the golden globe of the sun
rose in its fiery glory.
The blessings of the Gods
shrouded her in the purity of their approval.
Along her street wandered a bagman
knocking on doors uttering,
I don't understand
Her heart sprung open with poetic hope
and the Gods looked down delighted
with her good intent.
She might be the one who will help him
When the bagman arrived at her door,
She smiled and ushered him inside,
her gleeful welcome as celebratory as balloons and streamers.
A meal of eggs on toast was laid before him.
Look closely. See how the yolks remind you of the sun?
He lost himself in the yellow hearts
and remembered lying next to a pretty girl on the beach.
He devoured the eggs and grew strong on the memory of young love.
Do you mind if I try to understand a bit longer?
Of course she replied and asked him to imagine
a time where he laughed so hard it hurt his ribs.
When his little brother got punched by a kangaroo!
The bagman recalled the comic act in slow motion
till his merriment began to froth like the cappuccino by his side.
Rashers of crispy, crackling rib bacon appeared and he cried out
I think I get it!
More sunshine
More laughter
He looked down and discovered an iota of learning in his hand.
I'll take this on my journey of understanding
She did cartwheels and backflips as he took his leave.
The bagman felt warmed by eggs while relishing the taste of the sun.

[Twota]

I like it alot haha :D
that's funny and really well written > ''When his little brother got punched by a kangaroo!
The bagman recalled the comic act in slow motion
till his merriment began to froth like the cappuccino by his side.'' :D

[thebagman]

I think I get it!

Actually I kinda don't.

[MystyrMystyry]

Talk about force feeding a troll!

Other than that, pretty amusing Delta - i like the eggs/sunshine biz :)

[Delta40]

Actually I kinda don't.

:lol:

The fact that you don't get it isn't the responsibility of the writer. The burden of interpretation and understanding lies squarely on your shoulders. I think EA put it best when she said its about what a poem evokes in you. One may not be clear on the subject matter but could find the poem elicits a range of emotions nevertheless. So, I wrote what I consider to be a happy poem. The rest is really up to you.

[everyadventure]

What can I say, Delta? You can write poems on toast better than anyone I know. I hereby vow to use toast as a poetic device in my next poem.

[Delta40]

What can I say, Delta? You can write poems on toast better than anyone I know. I hereby vow to use toast as a poetic device in my next poem.

lol. I just had eggs on toast while I wrote this one. I reckon I'm about done 'explaining' line by line my own work. I hereby dedicate this poem to Bagman with hopes that his pursuit of understanding will be fruitful!

Now I'm gonna do my laundry
and sift through all the crap
I'll throw what I can't handle
back into the hamper
where it can rot
for a day or two longer

[Dr.reid_16]

Loved it! Your writing is brilliant. . . once again!

[Delta40]

Thanks Dr Reid but I do eventually dry up!