Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Off-Limits

The couch is off-limits.
(Today it's a bridge.)
My feeling aren't hurt.
(Okay, maybe a smidge.)

For when Henry is building,
The world must concede
To the object and spaces
His projects might need.

He's lucky his house has
Some couches to spare
And if they're all bridges,
There's always a chair.

At least he's absorbed in
His "building" at home,
Which leaves me some moments
To whip up a poem.

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Robert Johnson July 17, 2017 at 10:27 AM Henry the builder, he's quite a boy. He looks at everything as if it's a toy. But just imagine him when he's a man. And what he will do if he just knows he can.

Matthew Anish July 13, 2017 at 7:07 PM Yes, we must take time out of our busy lives to "whip up" poetry. You might want to check out Voices Israel - I am a member and they publish an anthology and have an on line publicaiton B'Shaolom Matthew Anish

Daniel Turner July 13, 2017 at 5:57 PM Might as well spoil him while you have the chance:) Fun stuff, Mrs Ilene.

Jan Allison July 13, 2017 at 5:04 PM Ha ha how cute of course you could have been grandma sitting at the station and you could relax writing or reading a book lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Chris Green July 13, 2017 at 4:56 PM That Henry sounds like a very wonderful handful. :) Nicely done Ilene.