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A Case For Leaving Beds Unmade
by Philip F De Pinto
Getting it wrong or incorrect
Has been my greatest mentor and asset
The most forthright inventor I've ever met
And the least circumspect
As opposed to getting it right as rain
As would douse birds in flight
From a drought of suitors
Or from a liner brush with intention
Of adding on more detail than was necessary
When it was preferable that the hands and the formation we held
In constant refrain and in long stretches
Remain loose as geese and sketches
If the romance we were auctioning off
Was to have the slimmest chance
To fetch a handsome and not a meager sum
Sufficing enough
To call our bluff
And eke in the night
Nonplussed to our bed
Which had every right to be mussed
With the coiffure of our love and sex
And to be made only
Post their climax
11/21/2015 Posted on 11/21/2015
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/07/19 at 01:55 PM I do so relate to the importance of not getting it right and the transformative power of mistakes and messiness. The hands we held in formation now being loose as geese, what a great image! For me what that means is that the fleeting memory of the night romance brushed into present awareness by the unmade bed. In fact your title gives me an idea for a poem. Thanks my friend. |
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