Emasculated Scene by Philip F De Pinto As a lad I would amuse myself in simple things Such as running my twig in a crack in the ground Which was no crack to ants but vast canyon In which to traffic whatever ants will traffic across such a divide Such things as are strewn about the foot of trees Remnants and fragments of what might have been Had not a running twig convened upon the emasculated scene Now that I am no longer a lad I would amuse myself in things infinitely more complex Such as a woman in the round Or at least I would have Had some early bird not beaten me to running my twig In her crack In the ground Or was it a canyon In which to traffic whatever an early bird will traffic Across such a divide Such things as are strewn about the foot of a bed Remnants and fragments of things that get in between And other peculiar idioms of what might have been Had not the twig of an earlier bird convened upon the emasculated scene 08/16/2013 Posted on 08/17/2013 Copyright © 2026 Philip F De Pinto Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Jim Benz on 08/17/13 at 04:11 PM There's so many ways to look at this Phil, and they're all very touching and interesting. More importantly, the confluence of metaphor, experience, memory, and unbridled perspective add up to a genuine slice of life and its accompanying ponderability. I'm glad I read this today. Posted by George Hoerner on 08/18/13 at 03:01 AM Thanks Philip I think I needed this tonight. A fine write on a fine topic and you handle it so well. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)