Paper, Rock, and Scissors Want to be Called…
Call me Parchment,
says Paper.
It’s like calling
a person
Doctor
or Boss.
Call me Gem,
says Rock,
smoother than
a skipping stone,
harder than
black coal.
Call me like a bell calling your kids to dinner,
says Scissors. See, I have two legs, and I’m small.
Call me Ish. Call me Mael. Don’t call me
late. Don’t call me for dinner.
Call me like a suicide hotline
when you feel alone, when you think about cutting.
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Scissors has such a sense of humor, and then that dramatic turn at the end, oh!
Thanks Bill!
That turn is quite surprising, powerful, especially as part of a children’s game.
Thanks Nettie.
I did not see that suicide hotline coming. Great strategy to ambush the reader with that sudden profundity.
Thanks Kevin.
Oh, really good! The turn at the end is masterful.
Thanks Linda. Looking forward to our time next week.
Wow! These going to be a series, sir? I’m down!
Maybe? I wrote three of them yesterday…
Great poem with surprise at the end.
Thanks!
These poems are so thought-provoking! I’m reading back from the 22nd, so that backward perspective lends a different slant.