The Boy in Blue

 

A Boy in Blue 

 

A boy clad in blue,

Like a pompous little ewe.

His strides ever so flamboyant,

But no one would call him a tyrant.

 

 Innocence is in his look,

Truly an angel who hates any book.

A fidgety elf capable of such great noise,

Till all the teachers sound hoarse.

 

 What incredible cataclysm he creates,

Not a time has he not come late for class.

Ecstatic hordes and throngs of admirers everyone sees,

Always seem to flock, never cease.

 

 

 

Poet: Marco Marcus 2005

Comment by the poet: 

This seemingly straight-forward and down to earth piece of poem might seem a little bit too easy to comprehend but take no assumptions because if you read in between the lines with immense care and deep understanding, this poem would lead you to the real meaning and power of the complexity  of the delicate human emotions and thoughts which reflects with brutal honesty of our first real encounter with human affection.

Additional commentary:

To the person whom I depict in this piece of literary work: “I do not have the slightest hint of time when you would finally fully realise and comprehend that it was actually you, the inspiration behind this, and who I had in mind when I wrote this. If you feel that you do, feel free to contact me even if it takes thousands of years.”  (ps: I am not trying to be cheesy, corny or horny here…haha ;) Just pure honesty and hard truth. )