Lost and Found

~

I found this poem, scattered 

in the ragbag dreary smithereens 

of yesterday’s torpor,

it was watching my every move

intent on surprising me, 

jumping up In front of my face

brazen, belligerent 

demanding my scant consideration 

irritably I asked its name, 

‘that’s your job’

grumbled a sullen retort 

lying there akimbo around my feet

trying to shock my sensitivities,

as my interest perked I saw

it needed work, licking into shape

but why me? 

one minute I’m basking in the 

mellow glow of creativity 

and next this disparate creature

this drops into my lap,

I can see there is beauty within

masquerading in gypsy clothes

a desire to be a princess or

dark-eyed sultry temptress

but at this moment neither is

closest to the fore,

so I strip her naked, bathe her

put her to bed, sit there patiently

watching the dreams play

across her mesmerizing face,

intrigued to see what or who will

awaken come the morning.

*

© Graham R Sherwood 09/23