Flaccid
The last time I posed
for you I was besotted
with inflated dreams.
I wanted more than
you could give and more than words
will give me ever.
That you would stand there
nude and with gentler sight lines
than I might deserve
causes me to ponder,
to consider, to chew on
things like old doorjambs
and tree stumps awash
in the flood of long long time
now that I am fat
and old.
February 28, 2016 2:40 PM
Hmmm. It's been awhile since I wrote a poem. It's been a while for other stuff too.
*sigh*
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I enjoyed the poem and chuckled at your note!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteOld doorjams...giggle...
ReplyDeleteThe real saying around here is "chewing on table legs"...
Deleteit may have been a while since you wrote a poem but, I think you did fine and the added humor made me smile.
ReplyDeleteI was aiming for smiles. I often do, I notice, now that I have written so many and I no longer think of a poem as all that important. I used to think poems were important. Thinking like that just about guarantees that they are not.
Delete:) loved this.
ReplyDeleteThank you for love.
Delete;)
ReplyDeleteboth the painting and the poem made me smile
I failed to mention that the painting provided by Tess is by Cesar Santos.
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