619 worth a forgotten poem 8-27-16 (go to 580 for key word search)

I lost a poem last night.
I thought of it in bed
and wrote it in my head.
But sleeping curled in spoons
around my loving lady
is not the way
to recall unwritten poetry.
So, by morning,
the poem had disappeared
with the darkness
and sunrise could not reveal
even a misty memory of rhyme.

Yes, a forgotten poem is
a terrible loss,
but if I must chose between
evaporated poetry
or holding Nancy in a drowsy
sleepy embrase,

well, a poem is such
a paltry thing
and a suckers bet
compared to what I get,
in bed.

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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