Hello Body, How are you Today?A Poem by Grimm DeathwishAn attempt to write a poem to the parts of my body...If that doesn't grab your attention, nothing will!Hello Body, How Are You Today? An ode to you, oh
body of mine and all of your
bits and your parts. There are so many
roads I guess I could take, I don’t really
know where to start. I don’t want to
mention my internal things like lungs and
tonsils now missing. Instead I’ll focus
on what can be seen and that’s my
final decision. I’ll start with
you, the top of my head and the hair that
sprouts from your scalp. You, hair, are
unruly and addle you never grow
longer...just out! You defy the law of
the apple of Newton and prefer to
stand tall than be tamed. Just one day I
plead that you will lie how I comb you And not look like a
jungle cat’s mane. My ears, now
covered by that shaggy mop, I love you! You’ve
done nothing wrong. And though I’ve
abused with barrages of noise you pick up each
note from each song. Nestled in
headphones, your own little hut, You soak in the
rock and the blues. I am sorry for concerts
and unworldly volume but can’t promise
anything new. Now to my pet: the
scar on my arm that looks like a
bug when up close. Caused from a
doctor digging in deep, just a simple
thing, he supposed. The stitches sewn
to close the small hole Did, in fact, look
ready to leave. Apparently not
though, only five minutes passed before I burst
open the seam. Speaking of scars,
left hand...I’m sorry. I don’t know where
I went wrong. How can you have
eight suture wounds and on the right
hand, there’s none? Knife lacerations,
hacksaws and burns have all had their
taste of your flesh. While the right’s
been sheltered, scar-less and pure. I am terribly
sorry, my left. Ah
bellybutton...Did you think I’d forget How you just
cannot seem to decide? The top half’s an
outie, the bottom’s an inny Like the doctor
forgot how to tie. Make up your mind
you umbilical mark! Do you want out or
want in? I really don’t
care which one you decide just pick one way
and do it! So...knees, my
friends...how are you today? My approach to you
is with caution. Today you work and
I’m thankful for that, but I’ve made poor
choices for fun. I know you’ve been
beaten and twisted and strained and I know that
one day you’ll quit. But I ask you
“please, with a cherry on top, when you quit
don’t completely submit.” Drop down to feet,
the tippy-tip end. Yup, Bulbous,
that’s you. Out of all the
things I could’ve gotten from Dad why a toe that
barely fits in a shoe!?! You
light-bulbed-shaped thing just plopped on the end of otherwise normal-shaped
kicks. Maybe that’s harsh;
it’s not really your fault you look like a
ball on the end of a stick. To all the other
parts, the ones that I missed: sorry, you just
didn’t cut it. There’s nothing
remarkable or unique about you Or perhaps no
rhyme I could fit... Maybe next time,
if I do this again, you’ll be right
for the sequel. Until then, my
friends, keep up the good work! For you have all
served me well. © 2018 Grimm Deathwish |
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1 Review Added on May 18, 2018 Last Updated on May 18, 2018 AuthorGrimm DeathwishAboutI am a Canadian in Australia. I try to write a variety of things. I welcome comments, questions and advice! more..Writing
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