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This is tongue which I can push out
and forehead which I can wrinkle.
This is foot which I can push and here
is another one which works the same
way. These are arms. I can wave one,
the other, both, and arms have hands
with clutchers I can open, close. And
these are eyes and these are ears through
which the world comes to me, the sightings
and the rumbles of the big ones, and I
am everything except the world.
© by Nils Peterson.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Nils Peterson is Professor Emeritus at San Jose State University. In 2009, he was chosen the first Poet Laureate of Santa Clara County. He has published poetry, science fiction, and articles on subjects as varied as golf and Shakespeare, and his work was featured in Local Habitations, a collection of work by fellow poets laureate of Santa Clara County. Enjoy reading Nils’ memoir at http://www.echapbook.com/memoir/peterson/.
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KevinArnold:
Great fun.
Posted 08/24/2016 09:49 PM
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JanetruthMartin:
this is fantastic. can't help but make every reader smile/laugh!
Posted 08/24/2016 06:38 PM
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Mary Lou Taylor:
Great, Nils. It must be so for every new baby. We are waiting now for granddaughter's baby to be born, due date my daughter's birthday.
Posted 08/24/2016 01:12 PM
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ElizabethP:
Wonderful. Love this, especially the ending.
Posted 08/24/2016 10:06 AM
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Larry Schug:
This poem could be a prayer for everyone to start their day with.
Posted 08/24/2016 09:16 AM
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Belinda Veldman:
"Everything except the world." Perfect!
Posted 08/24/2016 06:01 AM
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Katrina:
I love the incredulity at the similarity of arm to arm and foot to foot.
Posted 08/24/2016 03:20 AM
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