The Body



That day I dreadfully discovered

that my right shoulder

had a mind of its own-

I was amazed at its ill will-

even its whisper was painful to bear-

I couldn’t say, “How dare…….”

I have to put up with

all its mischief, for the time being-

my mind is an angel…

I watch how, like a loving mother,

it makes the sick baby

do all the stretching-

the baby won’t budge

at the time of towel stretch-

but the stern mind is ever so patient,

takes its time

and then makes the babe do its job…

that the devil sloth

doesn’t appear and gobble up the mind

is my only prayer now-


Posted for my prompt @ Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Poetry about the Body