by Jerry Ratch
They are running the bulls in Pamplona
this afternoon and they have no idea
how to do this and they are
way too old for this
and they want to relive their youth
and run the bulls in Pamplona
They want to drink like Ernest Hemingway
and run the bulls with his crowd
and live raw and wild
as if they were young again
and see life as though for the first time
and be alive again
running with the bulls within inches
of their frail lives in the heat
of the afternoon in Pamplona
and they have no idea how they
will do this but they will do it
anyway because they are afraid
of being old and weary and worn
down by life
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This captures the capricious, wistful nature of the wish-I'd-done-that crowd quite nicely. And I'm sitting here with my arm in a sling, thinking, "Yeah. Yeah. You go, bro'!"
Thank you, Jimmy!
The thing that works for me the best in this poem is the honesty. So difficult to bring out an honest thought like this in poetry without allowing sentiment to enter into the picture, and you've done just that, Jerry. It's honest and bare and uncomplicated while remaining meaningful, like a freshly scrubbed newborn. Great job.
Thanks, Sheldon. Greatly appreciated!
Shades of Gertrude Stein. I mean this in a good way! And Hemingway too. Nice work, Jerry!
Nice work, Jerry. There is something so sad about those boys running with the bulls.
Your poem is full of bulls. And balls.
Me gusta mucho esta idea. la verdad simple , no triste , no es feliz, es verdad.
Hope the bulls win a round. How do you say "go, bulls!" in Spanish?
It's not Goebbels, I know that much!
Good poem. Like this a lot, Jerry.
I understand the line breaks in the first twelve lines, but not in the last eight. That throws me out of the poem. Worth tinkering with, I think.
Excellent title.
Thanks, Bill!
Oh, another one I missed!! Great poem and the Hemingway mention is a bonus!
Thank you, Roberto!
Very much enjoyed this!
poignant understanding.
Thank you, Tantra!