My spine is the corncob
I toss to the squirrels
This is how your skills align
My kills?
What? No. Your skills.
SKILLS
and how they align in this sector
of corncob
of back — I want it back,
but the squirrels have taken it
to their unseen rooms of long ago.
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Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write a poem of 12 lines or less, inspired in some way by Maya Angelou’s “When You Come.”
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
I’m loving this – sassy – oh sassy, and cleaver clever – great word play on “my kills?”
oh yeah, that is good –
and what a great opening – corncob spine – whoo!
I like how you’ve played with this – and just made it brief and yet, for no one specific direction or revelation of “point” – it’s really evocative –
and I hope you’re feeling much better, less or no back twinges …
Thank you so much! And yes, I am feeling better today. Things are popping all along my spine, which is actually a good sign — movement in places that had been locked up. So now, I’ll clean up my entire life … of course.
yes ….of course …. in one fell swoop –
if only there was a magic wand for such grand ambitions, we’d be so much further ahead – but of course, it’s just gotta be the smaller steps, which is better than refusing to at least try – so an honest effort, is better than none, in my opinion ….
glad you’re feeling much better – may you continue to mend well – and hey, don’t rush to overdo it.
I was thinking you had lost your spine in another context 🙂 As in “spineless” (fearful, timid, etc) Now I understand and I’m happy you are feeling better.
Those opening lines I dont think can be equalled, for effect, in today’s reading. Pretty cool.
quirky but fun 🙂
Arresting, and funny and serious at the same time, conveying much in so few lines.
Enthralling and solemn both at the same time. Unforgettable write!💞