Where Did It Go?

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting The Bar:  
The Body and Poetry  (posted by Grace)

"Whether it is to describe, persuade, inform, inspire, illustrate, sing and inscribe words to memory, our body is a wonderful celebration of our history & truths – whether in good health, or sickness or dying.   Body parts can be used as a metaphor (a poetic device), providing meaning and deeper emotional connection to the readers."

Writing Challenge:   Write a poem about the body parts (e.g. eyes, hands, feet) as a metaphor and/or story. 
My ass has disappeared
without so much as a
farewell nod.  It doesn't
care a whit about how I
looked firm and fit
in a pair of jeans.
If I turn halfway
round in the mirror, to my
horror, my shape has
changed into one
long line.  Seriously
where did it go?  I think
I have jealously spotted
it on others.  Imagine!


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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36 Responses to Where Did It Go?

  1. V.J. Knutson says:

    This made me laugh. I still remember the day my daughter told me I had an old lady ass.


  2. Grace says:

    Cheers to all our disappearing body parts, smiles. I enjoyed reading this Sara.


  3. jazzytower says:

    This cracked me up! Thanks, I needed that🙂


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  4. Ron. says:

    I think Lizzo stole it. You’ll probably get a ransom note.

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  5. robtkistner says:

    I am chuckling Sara. Honest whit and humor… 🙂


  6. I’m laughing ‘cos I can relate! Great poem!


  7. Misky says:

    You crack me up!!


  8. It did make me smile especially the last two lines. I’m sure there must be a word for “ass thief”. But it’s sad too. Our bodies do change and we don’t appreciate the bits enough until they’re gone.


  9. Helen Dehner says:

    I may have a bit of your old ass … more than willing to return it.


  10. memadtwo says:

    It’s all gone to the stomach in my case…(K)


  11. Beverly Crawford says:

    What a wonderful lament! Alas, I’ve never lost mine — it just kept getting bigger!


  12. I am the ass thief – I am wearing at least three people’s asses now. And they got stuck in a swing seat recently to the merciless mirth of my daughter.
    Wonderful poem. 😀


  13. msjadeli says:

    Our clay certainly gets reshaped over time 🙂


  14. sanaarizvi says:

    Hahahaha I enjoyed this one, Sara! 😀


  15. writingwhatnots says:

    Oh I know that feeling 🙂 Made me chuckle.


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