Ode to Mallet
O you heavy ended swing on the end
of a wooden handle, how you ante up
the tap at the end of my arm.
An extension you are.
An extension of my thought brought
right to the point of my laser eyes.
O you lucite Thor, you are
the prize in my tool box.
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“ante up/the tap at the end of my arm” and “point of my laser eyes/O you lucite Thor”
I love odes and particularly this one! Thanks Melva!
Thank you, Debbie.
Fun!
Thanks, Kevin.
I really enjoyed how rich you made the mallet. And I feel kinship with other people who love tools. And I love poems about tools, too!
I do love tools.
nice!. i’m also so into tools, and the toolmakers among us.
i hope you’ll give us more of a peek into your toolbox.
Thanks, Dustin.
Lovely ode to “O you lucite Thor!” I enjoyed!
Thanks, Michele.
This reminds me of the days I chopped wood! I felt like Thor. Thanks for the memories with this rich and fun poem!
Thanks, Sylvia.
I love the drama involved in acknowledging
“O you lucite Thor”!
love this!
Thanks, Ann.
Melva, this poem is delightful.
Love the “sacred O” lines:
O you heavy ended swing on the end
of a wooden handle, how you ante up
the tap at the end of my arm.
An extension you are.
An extension of my thought brought
right to the point of my laser eyes.
O you lucite Thor, you are
the prize in my tool box.
Melva, this poem is delightful.
Love the “sacred O” lines:
O you heavy ended swing on the end
O you lucite Thor, you are
And the “how you ante up”
Thanks, Karen.
wonderful personification of the tool!
Thanks, Mike.
Wonderful ode!
Love how you landed the poem with Thor power 🙂
O you lucite Thor, you are
the prize in my tool box.