To err is human, to repent divine, to persist devilish.” – Poor Richard’s Almanack
Persimmons on the kitchen counter,
ripe and fragrant,
as intention usually is,
fingertips stained with sweet taste
lingering,
turning a blind eye to ebony clouds outside;
I was not supposed to eat them.
This morning, I walked out right into
the eye of the storm,
it was a mistake most willing made,
powerful,
provocative, persuasive, perilous and perfect—
sometimes we do what we want
instead of
doing what we ought,
sometimes we even deeply enjoy it.
I err because I am human,
wayward and wild,
I flirt at the edge of danger, holding onto
the rope,
I tell you about ache; write you
into every line of my wanton poetry
and in the end
beg for myself to be found again.
I do it, you do it, these thoughts are softer
than I ever imagined they would be,
fragile even,
when lips touched the cold cheek but
didn’t seem to care,
it carried on kissing me,
caressing my face, not wanting to disconnect;
that’s humanity for you.
I conclude
with the description of darkened innocence,
as orchids, as winter’s remorse,
a secret delight filled
with both melancholy and silent will to amend,
to be modified.
Maybe I will learn someday.
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I love it— the giving in to temptation might be erring but it’s human. A lovely poem, the persimons made me think of the Plums in the icebox of WCW.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
WOW! Just WOW, Sanaa! Orchids….and lust and romance…and these words:
“sometimes we do what we want
instead of
doing what we ought,
sometimes we even deeply enjoy it.”
Just a beautiful poem inspired by the line! As always, queen of romance…your muse….I must meet him some day 🙂
Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt)
“I err because I am human,
wayward and wild,”
humans without err are not human.
i hope i never see the day mentioned at the end of your poem
p.s. that is a lovely image you chose to go with your words
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
……………………………………………..Persimmons on the kitchen counter,
ripe and fragrant,
as intention usually is,
fingertips stained with sweet taste
lingering,
This morning, I walked out right into
the eye of the storm,
it was a mistake most willing made,……………………………………………
I don’t know why I picked those lines, maybe because they were exceptional, though all were a delight to read….and that last line!—maybe one of the very best conclusions read..
Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
As always, exceptional work, Saana! Congrats
Ringing most true for me: “…a mistake most willingly made.”
Awesome.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A wonderful read. What would happen to our creativity if we did not respond to impulse and curiosity? Your whole poem has the texture of a smooth thigh, flawless. I liked “it carried on kissing my face, caressing me, not wanting to disconnect.”
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I tell you about ache; write you
into every line of my wanton poetry
and in the end
beg for myself to be found again.
— I suspect you savor deeply learning every part of the adage.
I did, yes! Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
this came from a truly romatic heart full of wanton poetry. glad you share it here with us.
Thank you so much, Roger 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A wonderfully written poem for the proverb! You have illustrated it so very well!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Luscious, lush, and ripe. This was gorgeous.
Thank you so much, Christopher 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“turning a blind eye to ebony clouds outside;
I was not supposed to eat them.”
Fabulous response to the adage you choose
Much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Much love back …
Your poem is as sweet as the persimmons resting on the counter. Wanton poetry is in my humble opinion … some of the best!
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
a secret delight filled
with both melancholy and silent will to amend,
to be modified.
There will always be a silver lining, so it is believed
Hank
Definitely! 😀 Thanks for stopping by, Hank 💄❤️
I love this!
❤️❤️❤️
“sometimes we do what we want instead of doing what we ought.”
“Maybe I will learn someday.”
Thank you so much, Tzvi 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
This is wonderful!
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Wanton and sophisticated, really beautiful, Sanaa. I enjoyed being carried along with the temptation and giving into it. I love:
“ripe and fragrant,
as intention usually is”
“a secret delight filled
with both melancholy and silent will to amend”
<3
Thank you so much, my dearest Sunra 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Wantonness so gorgeous! Beautifully crafted, Sanaa!❤️❤️
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
oohooo. you are the queen of eloquence and teasing.
love these lines:
Persimmons on the kitchen counter,
ripe and fragrant,
as intention usually is
Thank you so much, Rosema 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️