A poem for Tuesday
by chuckofish
What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.Even what was beyond us
“Things” by Lisel Mueller
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.
My apologies for the shortness of this post, but I have had a busy week so far…but a poem a day is good for dealing with stress, right?
Who knows, but I like this one!
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