Our Bed

Our Bed

 

The linen closet opened when our eyes first met
A dormant force was then raised from the dead
Immediately our bed was beginning to be set
Our sheets selected with the first word said

 

The patterns and colors continually change
Reflecting our moods as we are in it's clutch
Merging traditional with the beautifully strange
Our bed spread chosen with the very first touch

 

It mirrors all the various textures of how we feel
It can be smooth as satin or as coarse as a rug
Giving negative emotions or a strong appeal
Our blanket was laid with the very first hug

 

 We made our bed, just you and I together
We stay warm in cold and stormy weather

 

 We made our bed, with our hearts and wits

Let's respect and enjoy how perfectly it fits

 

The heat from our flame will not escape
Wrapped in our blanket; warmth is assured
Deprivation always expires inside this drape

All desires and passion are kept safely secured

 

How we've been blessed, many people will pray
Much has been done and much has been said
There is only one thing left for me to say:
"Sweetheart, come to bed"

 

                          Ron  Harrell

 

Reviews

[BBuggy]

WOW.....this is an exellent piece. I love how you use the action of making a bed and tie it into a relationship. Being a married woman, it means a lot more to me. I can relate to the change of colors and textures that you speak of.

We made our bed, just you and I together
We stay warm in cold and stormy weather

I love this stanza. I shows how it should just be you and your partner in the realtionship "making the bed". I think this is a very well written and expressed poem.
xoxoxoxo

[Paladin4life]

I enjoyed this poem and the symbolism is great. How fitting that the making of a bed be used to speak of a relationship. Very original. I enjoyed this poem!

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

There's nothing more intimate than sharing a bed and no better way to do it than with the one you love. I really enjoyed your clever poem! :-) Sharon

[eli mercuree rue]

In my opinion you sometimes say too much in this poem..
ya know?

somethings are better left unsaid
to probe the imagination and not contain us

which is why there are so many holes in our knowledge of self

the idea of love at first sight is a belief many people are walking away from and i'm glad to see it still exists and that some people do not settle for complacency

nice metaphors
and symbolism


:)