Spontaneity

This is an edit of the previous one I wrote.

Worry not now, those fears of tomorrow,

For I, who have learned in great shame and sorrow,

Had shared sheets with Planning and her adulterous creed;

I was once truly caged as her prisoner, indeed.

 

Our days paced by with lists on calendars;

Times, intervals, and repetitive schedules.

Chicken’s for Monday’s, no pasta on Sunday’s,

Unless of course Saturday shone a blue moon holiday.

 

Tuesday, come by! Wednesday’s, sleepover, for

Sex, cuddles, and weekly pedicures.

Her feet on Thursday’s would be rubbed and pampered;

Devotion sworn for granting me order.

 

Friday’s, you ask! Friday’s were mine to

Prep, ponder, and script next week’s crime.

 

That day, I’d sit…That day, I’d mope while

Spontaneous hope (still faithfully my wife) 

Would chuckle, smirk, and strut gracefully by.

She eyed me so fast, between all my wrinkles,

I was strummed like a chord by that other girl’s fingers.

 

So, one Wednesday night I’d weighed out my stress,

While stretched out pinned under Planning’s lout hands.

Her lips clenched mine, puffing searing white breath,

To numb up my lungs and suck out my last chance

For freedom from her, from this venomous ritual

Sure, all was certain,

But was insufferably predictable.

 

So, I sprang up and cried, 

“Well, should one then lie

That the comets must shine

Through the heavens and streak

And grant wishes to each?

Life's beauty blooms when Chronos speaks!”

 

So, I worry not now, those fears of tomorrow,

For I, having learned from great shame and sorrow,

Once flirted with Planning, and her deceitful creed,

And willfully betrayed Spontaneity.

Reviews

[Mary Jain]

I loved the way you used some words to make it apt for the theme.
Keep it up.

[M. J. Smith]

I find planning usually a futile exercise. Life rarely goes according to plan. Best just to roll with it. Love the image of an unfaithful lover. Interesting subject with a different point of view.

[NFA]

Thanks. for your words, M.J.