Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Posted: Private Property

A tiny speck of a splinter
moved into the palm of my hand.
I didn’t advertise “skin needing caretaker,
only sharp and pointy apply”.

I’ve made several attempts
to evict the slivery interloper, but
it screams to my bleeding-heart fingers
invoking some archaic squatter’s law.

I have the latest in high tech weaponry,
tweezers and a Swiss Army knife.
I will prevail regardless of consequences
to retain what has been mine since birth.


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13 comments:

Masago said...

The consequences...blood flying, Pat fainting, gangrene setting in... :-)

lainey said...

ouch!

prevailing even over tiny obstacles can be victories.

Nice one!

polona said...

yikes! i had to wince at this one!

Rethabile said...

I love the jovial tone talking about what can sometimes be painful. Once again, the music of your work is a joy.

sage said...

i like thinking of a splinter as a tresspasser

Kai C. said...

:-]

floots said...

ah splinters
like forgotten facts
so important
until they're located
and discarded

good luck with this one
it made for a good poem
(so what's a little pain) :)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Bleeding-heart fingers describes something in three words (one of which is hyphenated) that would have taken someone with lesser skills perhaps pages. Astonishing compresion and accuracy, Pat! Very enjoyable!

trinitystar said...

Ha Ha Ha ... Oh you are funny.
Love it :o)

Don Iannone said...

Don't you just hate splinter groups? Good one, Pat.

Pris said...

I can't stand the sight of blood!! This one's realistic for sure since you had me cringing:-)

Janice Thomson said...

I like how you take the most mundane things and make such great poems...once again I was smiling at your words.

Tim Rice said...

Excellent poetry! Glad you visited my blog and I came by yours. :)