limbs (20170727)

really went out
on a limb there
metaphorically speaking

there were no actual trees involved

but there were trees
the ones in the park
as we circled the lake
delighting in ducks
and geese in this man-made
paradise
finally surprised by a pair of swans
because who thought
we would find
swans in our own
backyard

but that limb i went out on
it thinned so much
it became razor wire
a good way to lose a hand
or at least fingers
advancing with my considerable
weight tugging at me
like so many sandbags
hand over hand
like in a training montage
about an army platoon

the swans
they say
mate for life
——

for
Jilly’s
28 DAYS OF UNREASON, POETRY: Day 11

“I’m unsure if all of me returned” ~ Jim Harrison

https://jillys2016.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/day-eleven-he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not/

4 thoughts on “limbs (20170727)”

  1. Your peoms are filled such passion, have not seen stanzas put together like that since the days of Langston Hughes. Limbs is my favorite, besides the emotional connection I instantly gotten from it, its flow reminds me very much of one of my favorite peons– I Too. Good Luck with your writings. May peace and blessings fall upon you and your family. JMS

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