Where Did It Go?

Posted on April 9, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
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!

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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:
    April 9, 2021 at 12:43 am

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

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  2. Grace says:
    April 9, 2021 at 12:52 am

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

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  3. jazzytower says:
    April 9, 2021 at 1:09 am

    This cracked me up! Thanks, I needed that🙂

    Pat

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  4. Ron. says:
    April 9, 2021 at 1:30 am

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

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  5. robtkistner says:
    April 9, 2021 at 1:30 am

    I am chuckling Sara. Honest whit and humor… 🙂

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  6. Carol L Congalton says:
    April 9, 2021 at 3:17 am

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

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  7. Misky says:
    April 9, 2021 at 1:28 pm

    You crack me up!!

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  8. abigfatcanofworms says:
    April 9, 2021 at 1:51 pm

    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.

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  9. Helen Dehner says:
    April 9, 2021 at 3:55 pm

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

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  10. memadtwo says:
    April 9, 2021 at 7:08 pm

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

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  11. Beverly Crawford says:
    April 9, 2021 at 10:52 pm

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

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  12. anotherkatewilson says:
    April 10, 2021 at 12:50 am

    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. 😀

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  13. msjadeli says:
    April 10, 2021 at 4:01 am

    Our clay certainly gets reshaped over time 🙂

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  14. sanaarizvi says:
    April 11, 2021 at 6:43 pm

    Hahahaha I enjoyed this one, Sara! 😀

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  15. writingwhatnots says:
    April 26, 2021 at 3:40 pm

    Oh I know that feeling 🙂 Made me chuckle.

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