“no rope”

Posted on June 8, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
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
now.


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.

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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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6 Responses to “no rope”

  1. Misky says:
    June 9, 2021 at 8:24 pm

    Love the limerick!

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  2. Arcadia Maria says:
    June 10, 2021 at 12:44 am

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

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  3. Ron. says:
    June 10, 2021 at 10:37 am

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

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