Sheets
He prefers the sheets left all messy
Ellipses in his story
She liked
Her bed made
P e r i o d
One dot sometimes three
Full stop turns to free
An invitation to keep right on dreaming
-a.r…
Painting by Vladimir Kush
He prefers the sheets left all messy
Ellipses in his story
She liked
Her bed made
P e r i o d
One dot sometimes three
Full stop turns to free
An invitation to keep right on dreaming
-a.r…
Painting by Vladimir Kush
~ by April on February 10, 2017.
Posted in Identity, Love, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Bed, Beginning, Carl Jung, Chapters, Continuation, Dream, Ellipses, End, Jung, Kush, Messy, Ocean, Period, Poetry, Punctuation, Story, Surreal, Unmade
Fascinating girl
I’ve been experimenting with leaving the sheets a mess…not something I am used to. It has been a muse, and amusing.
Smiling. Interesting. It would be odd for me. I like my bed made. Unless there is still a lover in it – or tied to it – of course.
Ha, of course. Always that caveat. It is not “normal” for me to leave it a mess either. I typically make it very well, everyday. Leftover habit from my military training. However, leaving it a mess has been surprisingly playful and stresses me out way less than I thought it would. It appears inviting more than undone.
You must teach me. I have a sense of order (without military training) which verges on the obsessive. And you, are you left undone?
Well, I must admit that I too veer towards the orderly and am still learning the beauty of things left undone. Not sure I could teach it. And yes, undone lately…not in the best of ways…but hoping that will turn around. To be bound up properly, and undone by that, in a metaphorical sense of course. 😉
Obviously. Smiles.