06-05-2020, 04:32 AM
Begin not the Beguine
Yes, I suppose I could write a poem
about the minutia of my life
it’s all been better said before
in monotones of black and white.
Writing in tomes of reminiscence
where there’s no room for gray
and only Hemingway sharp edges
are docked, not floating in the bay.
Yet should a storm arise things then
most surely would be tossed about
making it seem so uncertain
how the ending would come out.
But we can’t have that for uncertainty
is now the greatest sin
and always padded for our safety
the Beguine cannot begin.
I’ve heard from profane sources that
it’s still danced in Martinique
under pretense of sweaty sex
though really it’s the dance they seek!
Listen, and I’ll tell you true
for surely it’s a mortal sin
they take your freedom from you so
the Beguine will not begin.
©2020 revised erthona
Yes, I suppose I could write a poem
about the minutia of my life
it’s all been better said before
in monotones of black and white.
Writing in tomes of reminiscence
where there’s no room for gray
and only Hemingway sharp edges
are docked, not floating in the bay.
Yet should a storm arise things then
most surely would be tossed about
making it seem so uncertain
how the ending would come out.
But we can’t have that for uncertainty
is now the greatest sin
and always padded for our safety
the Beguine cannot begin.
I’ve heard from profane sources that
it’s still danced in Martinique
under pretense of sweaty sex
though really it’s the dance they seek!
Listen, and I’ll tell you true
for surely it’s a mortal sin
they take your freedom from you so
the Beguine will not begin.
©2020 revised erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.