Poetry is a radish
with green leafy top,
red cheeks
and a long white
goat beard.
It is Mom's
beaming red cheers
and Uncle's flushed
with booze.
It's the brothers
and sisters,
Grandma and Grandpa,
it's all the dead poets
standing in the doorway
to watch me write,
and it's the brown
earth worm moving
round and round
making room
for the radish
to breathe.
This is one of the weirdest poems I've ever written, but it's what has been going round and round in my head for the last few days. The "radish" came from a poem by Linda Baie. It was the last line of her poem and I guess I liked thinking about a radish. Can a radish be like a poem? Can a radish be like a person? So here is your challenge for today--pick a fruit or vegetable and use it as a simile or a metaphor for something else--a person, a favorite pet, poetry or your life. You've heard how people are described as pear shaped, now it is your turn to take it one step further. This can be fun, so give it a try and let me know what you come up with in the comments below. I hope you have a grand time writing (and thinking possibilities) today.
Oh, by the way, I had originally planned to make that
cheers, another cheek, but I mis-typed. When I went back to check the poem for errors, I saw my mistake and I had to question which word I liked better. I decided on
cheers, because Mom would always cheer me on and the cheeks is understood. Sometimes my subconscious knows what I should be doing before I do.
