At the end of a workday
where I have squeezed plump, juicy, unruly words
into shoes two sizes too small, and made those shoes so shiny,
combed out tangled subject-verb agreements
and trimmed those dangling participles,
I want my poetry to march into the finest restaurant,
short-sleeved and tie-less, demanding service,
put its elbows on the table
and slurp its soup
and afterwards, dance wild and wide
a zapping tangling tango
as it leaves us to disentangle meanings.
***My friend, co-creator, and often nudger-of-my-muse, Noel Ihebuzor, not only inspired this piece but also wrapped it up beautifully with its concluding lines 🙂
Susan Daniels Poetry 
blushing am I truly!
No need to blush, my friend–you inspired this poem and wrapped it up beautifully!
feels like celebration to me.:)
-Jennifer
Yes! We should have had it drink a beer, too, and burp!
yes!:)
What a nice personal “ars poetica” kind of statement. Enjoyed it.
Thank you–it was a fun write!
pretty cool piece. like the play with the grammar. of course the ending looks quite “the happy”
🙂 thanks, Don, it was fun to write, and still smiling when I read it. Appreciate the comments, neighbor!