Old School

by Maple Tree   Jun 10, 2012


I'm an old soul writer
with a backyard pen,
I learned that rhyme
should flow in rhythmic song
and haiku's are flowers
from ancient Japan.

Wiping tears away with napkins,
mixing words of scribbled feelings,
leaving them behind at a restaurant,
so the waitress might be touched
by my lonely sorrow.

Times are changing
and as I read the words
of Maya Angelo or Edgar Allen Poe
I'm simply reminded that it's
ok to be from the old school,
for modern times don't jive
with an old hippie like myself,
I just pour it out like my ancestors did,
one word at a time....

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  • 12 years ago

    by L

    I really like this poem, I'm old fashion, in a way, I guess I'm in between.

    I specially love the ending. One word at a time. . .

  • 12 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    This is amazing, am surely nominating this piece.

  • 12 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Oh WOW Andrea, This is really good...

    The flow was flawless and the imagery and scent was warm and strong

    loved It

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    I can definitely see you in this piece, this beautiful poem shows such elegance and class. Just like you.

    I love it!!!

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I am from the old school myself
    there is nothing greater than that
    Look at the music, we are going back
    30 and 40 years, it is still playing
    coming from the old school has so
    much inside and meaning, unlike today
    awesome poem, so well penned

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