Worm Poem by Ripper Jones
Worm
Walk a little.
Round the corner and up a bit
There it is
The strange round kerbstone
Alone and unplaqued
Along with the other curved stones
Fitting together like jelly molds
To make a small arch
And inbetween like an ink line
Where the compo is
Little arteries of moss
And earth conquered grey
Flowing across toward
The chequered hop-scotch pavement
The entry for the earth-churning
Home of the worms and ants
Children cut a worm in half
And both halves writhe
Writhe like a murderer on the noose
Trying to shake himself loose.
And usually, when you cut a worm in half, both sides can keep on living. Not so with us people.
powerful observations and a peculiar way of writing which is very much original. thank you. tony
Heartiest Congratulations on Poem of the Day as also excellent ability to observe minutest detains and their reproduction in the form of a wonderful verse.10 points.
Excellent. Perfectly sketched scene and the closure was abrupt and painful. I remember as a child that when shoveling around in the dirt I sometimes cut a worm in half and was consoled by the thought that now there were two worms living there instead of just one. I hope that was true. What is true is that you have HUGE talent!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 2:15:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Experiments with nature. Thanks for sharing.