Sunday, June 5, 2016

Her Natural State

A poet in her natural state
is neither early nor too late,
but always halfway out the door -
the unmade bed
her metaphor.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

14 comments:

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

I agree...who has time to make the bed!

brudberg said...

Why make a bed, it's soon time to go to bed anyway... there is always a new poem to write.

angieinspired said...

what a great, messy metaphor

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Love it, the poet "in her natural state".

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Gosh I absolutely love this :D

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ha! Hmmm, yes, I do recognise this.

said...

I think one layer of this is relational. Sexual. She's always in the middle of leaving you, even if she's just arrived.

Susan said...

Yes, my metaphor, thank you! I am enlightened and grinning from reading your poem.

Jae Rose said...

An unmade bed begets many a story :)

Mary said...

Yes, this is so very true!

Luk Lei said...

There is never time for the non essential, not when you have writng, researching, and editing to not complete ;). It is a most perfect metaphor.

Fireblossom said...

And you ARE a natural, MZ.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Big smile - your poem is wise and knowing.

Sharon Wagner said...

Love it! So catchy.