Louis J. Pasternak
Poetry Assignment #3: Metaphors
My Grand Canyon Feet
Under a magnifying glass,
my feet form
a desert–
sandy, dry, cracked
deep slices carved out:
canyons
that held rivers
a zillion
years ago
in the Great Foot Desert.
Only sweat
trickles through canyons
Mysterious
mosses
sometimes grow there
if I forget flip-flops
for the shower room
at camp
Miss S – I can actually SHOW you my feet to show you how accurate my metaphors are! It will blow your mind!
Thank you for your most generous offer, Louis, but I’m afraid I can picture your feet with painful clarity. Between the blister and foot hygiene issues, I’m wondering if a conversation with Miss Hurtlebaum, the health teacher, might be in order.
My metaphor poem was great, right? Especially when you consider what some people wrote!
Cartwheel
by Goldie GranmotiSingle wheel spins around yard
pressing a path into the green sponge surfaceSpinning spokes of arms and legs
carry a cargo of summer
Huh?
And Miss Sweetmallow LOVED that! Even though there wasn’t a single flower in it. I think Goldie might have been talking about grass somewhere in there, but I’m not even sure. It was a weird poem.
2 Responses
Mysterious
mosses…
I am laughing over here. With 3 summer campers in the house, those flip-flops matter! Such a funny series, Laura! I like this kid. And the teacher too. 🙂
I appreciate your comments, Amy! Means a lot that you’re stopping in to read:>)