615 Poem, sometime she comes easy, sometime she don’t. 7-23-16 (go to 580 for key word search)

Sometimes
it’s chiseling chips and dust and sand
from stone
with the point of your pen
for ink
and nailing her onto the page
so she won’t blow off
and
sometimes
it’s lying on the silk cover of a
soft mattress,
watching the giggly sprite
jump on top and,
eyes gleaming,
gleefully suck the marrow
from your bone
and you rest there,
after,
admiring her hand,
writing.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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