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--with apologies to Emily Dickinson
"Soap" is the thing that lathers—
The Dial I exalt—
A bobbing bird of Ivory—
That never sinks—at all—
Caress to my extremities—
Reviving Zest—so warm—
Irish Spring from grimy mine—
A Lifebuoy—after storm—
I seek to hold this little Dove
That skirts my bathtub sea—
But always—when it slips and slides—
It Coasts on back to me.
© by Barbara Lydecker Crane.
Used with the author's permission.
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Barbara Lydecker Crane is a Boston-based poet and artist who likes to travel when the world permits. She and her husband have two daughters and four grandchildren who are delightful (usually). Her three published books are Zero Gravitas (White Violet Press), Alphabetricks (Daffydowndilly Press), and BackWords Logic (Local Gems Press).
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DVincentiPoet:
Clever!
Posted 10/17/2022 07:19 PM
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Lori Levy:
Like the humor in this poem and the way all the different soaps are worked into the poem.
Posted 10/15/2022 01:55 PM
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mail@schoolbusmart.com:
Very cute.
Posted 10/15/2022 11:24 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
Cork, I counted eight. Dial, Ivory, Caress, Zest, Irish Spring, Lifebuoy, Dove, Coast.
Posted 10/15/2022 09:55 AM
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cork:
I counted six brands. Did I get them all?
Posted 10/15/2022 09:29 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love this clever, humorous, musical poem. This is a poem children of all ages can enjoy and relate to. My favorite image is "this little Dove That skirts my bathtub sea But alwayswhen it slips and slides It Coasts on back to me."
Posted 10/15/2022 09:23 AM
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Gilbert Allen:
I enjoyed this playful poem.
Posted 10/15/2022 08:54 AM
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Pat Brisson:
Very clever, Barbara! Thanks!
Posted 10/15/2022 07:22 AM
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