The Art Of The Teeth

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Tuesday Platform

In the spirit of self-expression, I invite you to share with us your poetry today, without guidelines or stipulation. This is a platform for your work, and the work of those who share your passion for the written word.

Should have earned a degree
in the art of dentistry.
If it is not a cavity,
then old fillings break in three,

and underneath is bone loss,
even though each night I floss.
Take a guess at what that costs!
More than ridding roof of moss.

It is no wonder I am distraught,
my efforts come to naught.
In this implant web, I’m caught;
look what age has wrought.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to The Art Of The Teeth

  1. Ouch.. there is such pain in this… hope you do well anyway.

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  2. Marian says:

    I can relate.

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  3. Kerry O'Connor says:

    I feel you… as do my 50 year old teeth.

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  4. says:

    it’s just the start – they have the art – to make the dough depart

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  5. oh… we are lucky enough to have dental insurance – but it doesn’t cover everything. And then we have six kids… all need braces but one…. I feel this poem. 🙂

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