Saturday, March 26, 2016

Loose Head Hammer

Loose head hammer
lost its taste for nails
and rusted

broken claw
of wood and walls

a hollow sound
a ghost

buried in leaves
by the backyard fence
loose head hammer


A bit of Poetry of the Ordinary for Play it Again at Real Toads


Fireblossom said...

Way to make the ordinary not be. I love the way the words you've chosen sound, and how they fit together with each other, abandoned building tools notwithstanding!

Anonymous said...

Well, you've certainly turned the ordinary into poetry!

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Lovely alliteration here, and the saw having "lost its taste" is an excellent reworking of an overused tool. This is very clever, nice take on the prompt. Amy

Anonymous said...

Terrific. Just terrific

Outlawyer said...

Ha. Lovely. (Too many loose head hammers go wandering around though, I fear, and with guns.) k.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You reveal that poetry resides in the small, unnoticed things. Such an excellent choice of words.

Carol Campbell said...

Small things can be so pleasant.

Jim said...

We always have a little (or big to us) thing that's lost, don't we, MZee? Mine us usually buried under some other stuff that I don't consider to be lost. Great write.
p.s. There may be a problem reading mine with an iPad, it do here. Seems the next to last picture has a problem, I'm going to repost it now.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I did this one too. Love where you took it. There are so many things that lose their function and way.

Susie Clevenger said...

The poetry of a hammer...Creative! Love it!

Margaret said...

How do you do it? Day after day. Is Genius tiring? :)