Thursday, October 05, 2006

Body of Work

I threw out my back.
It wasn’t much good anyway.

While I was at it,
I put my feet on notice.

What naughty part will be next?
That tongue has been a bit sharp lately.

My hands will do whatever I say.
They are very shaky.

7 comments:

  1. were you writing about me? :) I loved it!!...thanks..M

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  2. I write about us all, at some point or another, I fear.

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  3. Clever poem! I enjoyed that!

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  4. Anonymous7:38 PM

    How I love Brave women...and good poetry!

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  5. Oh, I LIKE this! Love the way you tied the trait of being compliant to the shakiness of hands.

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  6. oooo...i really like the way you think.

    i especially appreciate the way you string those thoughts together and make ME think...

    lovely writing today.

    feel better.

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  7. I like this poem very much, Cynthia. Thanks for your generosity in sharing something so excellent. Found your site through Gordon's.

    Charlie

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