“no rope”

Written for:  The Twiglets #230 - "no rope"

I'd hang myself
but I have no rope.

As a child I loved
jumprope; thickness
of the cord gave 
heft when turned.
No jumprope like that

he spots the calf
frolicking in field
drops rope at his side

             His life was that of a fisherman,
              not an overly ambitious man.
                 Showed his son the ropes
                but the kid could not cope
        with rod, reel or smell of a river man.


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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6 Responses to “no rope”

  1. Misky says:

    Love the limerick!


  2. Nicely done. I like how you should various uses of ropes.


  3. Ron. says:

    All nice works. i esp appreciate the dropped calf rope.


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