Ode to a Crowbar

This entry is part 21 of 34 in the series Odes to Tools

Comma, apostrophe, back-
slash, cursive flourish —
an all-purpose divider
that only accidentally resembles
a question mark in search
of its dot-like perch.
No self-respecting crow, beak
clever at leverage, ever
departed from
the declarative mode.
Male & female
hand & handle,
heavy as Wednesday.
What iron tree might ramify
if you insinuated yourself
into some sidewalk crack?
I know that curl
from watching seeds sprout:
cotyledon at the point
of pulling apart.

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with one quadrillion of his closest microbial friends --- a tight-knit, symbiotic community comprising some 500 different species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa.
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7 Responses to Ode to a Crowbar

  1. Lee's River says:

    ha! cotyledon indeed.

  2. Joe Hyam says:

    At first I wondered about “as heavy as Wednesday. Then I realized that Wednesday is in the middle of the week and has to include the weight of three days on either side. I liked that and having to think about it.

  3. Dave says:

    Sometimes the word or phrase that sounds best is also what makes the most sense – even if it’s a hidden kind of sense. Glad this worked for you, too.

  4. marja-leena says:

    Nice. Another memory jog of our years of renovations and that satisfying sound of tearing apart, pulling nails, and leverage, as you say so poetically!

  5. Dick says:

    You’ve really hit a groove with this home-brew genre, Dave. This is great.

  6. Jo says:

    Really like this one, another great bringing to life. Cotyledon……:)

  7. Dave says:

    Thanks, guys. Marja-Leena, you’re right – there is something very satisfying about pulling things out, or apart, with a crowbar, though I didn’t really focus on that in the poem. Material perhaps for another crowbar poem down the road.