Perhaps because it is flexible
& maneuverable
or because it has as many teeth
as a school of piranhas
or because it relies on a pull
rather than a push
or because it prefers circles
to straight lines
or because it excels
at impromptu reconstitution
or because it encompasses
so much empty space
somehow
it copes.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Odes to Tools now in print
- Ode to a Socket Wrench
- Ode to a Claw Hammer
- Ode to a Musical Saw
- Ode to a Hand Truck
- Ode to a Shovel
- Ode to a Hatchet
- Ode to Scissors
- Ode to a Bucket
- Ode to Forks
- Ode to a Magnetic Screwdriver
- Ode to a Plumb Bob
- Ode to a House Jack
- Ode to a Measuring Tape
- Ode to Scythes
- Ode to a Plane
- Ode to a Spirit Level
- Ode to a Hoe
- Ode to Tin Snips
- Ode to a Crowbar
- Ode to a Coping Saw
- Ode to a Hive Tool
- Ode to a Compass
- Ode to a Shoehorn
- Ode to a Wire Brush
- Woodrat Podcast 2: Elizabeth Adams and “Odes to Tools”
- New Odes to Tools review by Noel Sloboda
- New review of Odes to Tools
- New review of Odes to Tools by Kathleen Kirk
- Odes to Tools as “living poetry”
- Scythes revisited
uh oh, it’s a real poet – look busy!
i appreciate your vote of confidence in my comment-response abilities. it’s just another “coping skill” i acquired along the way. [i am unable to state clearly what way, or to where.] it’s an improvement over the way i would have responded in the past – withdrawing like a startled pill bug.
uh oh, it’s a real poet – look busy!
Heh. Yeah, every time I publish a new poem, my stats dive. Go figure. I should get a goddamn cat or something.
withdrawing like a startled pill bug
Hey, good simile! (See, I knew there was a real poet under the crusty-punk exterior.)
:)