Machen, to do or make.

by sibyllene   Oct 8, 2009


Low tones through thin walls, the
bouncing Germanic rhythms of my mate
and her dear Freund, with the unpronounceable umlauted name, he's
here for a visit,

freeing her of English, which she has to speak through
a funnel into sharp drops

later they will make love, most likely,
after all
he's only here for a few days,
and I'll most likely
hear them through the walls, rhythms again,
no longer particular to motherland (or Vaterland),
and I expect it will be both cheerful and practical,
as when she dries her laundry over the back of our chairs, or
boils a potato each morning at breakfast.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Jordan

    Haahahaa!
    I love how I heard about this before the poem.

    Cute, easy, light read. Good call on the "Laundry and potatoes" at the end, that really brings the whole thing down to earth - a skill you have mastered, methinks!

    Not my absolute favorite, but a winner, still.

  • 15 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    As always a very enjoyable free flow easy to read I love poems based on lifes experience