Track Pants

the fewtch

I took off

jeans after babies.

I'm not a cowboy

anymore never

was I a roper

was I a rider

was I tall in the saddle

was I lonesome

was I lean

damned

Argentine

was I tough and sinewy

was I a bronco-buster

was I a driver

was I a buckaroo

ephemeral

impermanent

Ask mom

My jeans

I'll save

in the closet

and you'll wear them.

Reviews

[Wendy Sue]

Transformation, although beneficial, always leaves us with a loss.
Some losses were welcome, others we don’t.....
You captured this in a way, that while I read, allowed me to reflect on the same.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Sometimes change makes us feel different about ourselves or we no longer see ourselves for who we are...change is all a part of the journey of life you still remain you...put those jeans back in I’m sure they look just great...🌹

[Kaede16]

I don't know if it's on purpose or not, but the absence of comas gave the poem an almost desperate tone. The reader is left panting, excited, maybe even scared. I felt like a cowgirl. Felt the rush, and at the same time, the panic and anxiety of not knowing anymore what the hell was I. Excellent piece and amazing way to enthrall us. Writers often forget the difference punctuation signs and typography can make to their readers.

[alanwgraham]

Great i get this. On a holiday to the states in utah our two young sons rode cows at the rodeo. Mum couldn't open her eyes but both survived to tell the tale. I can see that this can have a wider message too.
Regards
Alan

[Unforgiven II]

I was a cowgirl, but some varmint stole my danged hat

[Chris Shaw]

I love this, it is so cute, and as a mum and nan it gives me lovely memories of make believe days.

Chris

[luna rose]

I wonder if John Wayne's kids thought he was cool.

[The Twin Arenas]

I doubt it.

[charlie]

This is a great write! As a parent, and a wanna-be poet, I applaud you sincerely.

[Cory Barrett]

I have over 2600 read requests.... this is the first i felt pertinent. Have you too felt the poetry bug stinging hard.

On a real note, after having 2 kids.... becoming a father. after being a bad a*s chef for 15 years. This s**t hits me in the gut. This is awesome.... post this on facebook so i can share it. There is poem is awful. awful truthful, that most men will get behind..... so good.

[The Twin Arenas]

I don't roll with the social networks, but do with it what you will. Trying to get the ink rolling again - good to know my distant recents still painted the zone.

[Moonie]

This has a beautiful rhythm to it, and i really loved the cowboy lingo( had to google bronco-buster and buckaroo)
The things that once belonged to us are passed onto our loved ones someday. I still have some of my mother's old medical books, i have inherited my grandfather's beautiful library, my father's old stethoscope, and my grandma's embroidery ( wow that rhymes.. :)) The materialistic objects gain more value that way. The most weathered and beaten up objects are often the most treasured. The ephemeral objects gain immortality when they are passed on.

[The Twin Arenas]

Muchas gracias. It's the first I've done in awhile. Hard to get back in the saddle. Appreciate the read.