For ReadWritePoem February 18, 2008
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Ode to My Legs
Scissors
when I walk
cutting the black
material of night.
Fence posts
guarding my estate.
I can open them
or keep them locked shut.
Sculptured
furniture legs
curving slender
holding up
the table
of my body.
Tree trunks
growing from the roots
of genetics
tall and strong.
Rubber bands
connecting hips
to feet,
stretching, bending.
Legs
just legs
when I get in bed
and braid them
with his warm ones.
13 comments:
very nice, i like "tree trunks growing from the roots of genetics tall and strong".
this was so clever.. all the possible imagery was there and came thru loud and clear... loved it....
Very imaginative-chock full of metaphors. Great! This poem has legs :)
Linda, reading your poems is a lesson in itself. I would like o be one of your students.
ode for convoluted crevices
You make your legs come alive.
Magic.
Kudos to the love & logic in your poem! i enjoyed the read.
Just loved the second stanza, the formality of it almost at odds with the subject matter. This was so clever and enjoyable to read.
You left me legless.......I mean speechless...
Fantastic!
What wonderful legs you've got!
Terrific. I enjoyed every stanza and was completley smitten by the last one.
indeed a clever poem for legs. loved each metaphors. thanks for the read
That first stanza had me hooked! This must be love for the legs, else how would you have known all the different sides of them?
this was superb Linda, every time I come here following a prompt link, I never wanna leave!
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