Poem Starting with a Line from Norman Dubie
You wondered about skin
wrinkled by looking
at jewels
I’ll tell you about
those wrinkles
and about the jewels
the way my dad’s nose
would twitch
when my mom cooked
spaghetti
my brother’s grin
after telling a joke
my sister, Nancy’s, gloat
my sister, Sally’s, tear-filled
eyes after being teased
my hands dealing cards
these jewels of life
these wrinkles of living
1 comment:
O my gosh, smoke a dubie?! That just cracked me up. Besides the title, though, what a cool idea it is to start a poem with a line from someone else. Is there a special name for that technique?Anyways, I read some of your other poems too-- you're really talented! I'm glad you're an English teacher. Thanks for making my day :)
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