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Read Poems by Hannah Borke

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Excavator, Trunk, Scorpion

As a demolition spectator,
The movements of an excavator
In the process of clearing junk
Was reminding me of a trunk;
Sideways, and out, the limb goes
Like the flicks of an elephant nose
   which rummages when picking forage,
Like a tractor's bucket in wreckage;
Stuff is scooped and under-tucked,
Projecting wide at either side;
Raised up slow; thereafter, chucked
When the end of the tentacle
Unfurls above the receptacle

I had thought my simile, apt
And description, down pat
When -- at the end of the day,
The excavating champion
Crawled itself away
Looking like a giant scorpion,
With the triangular point
Tucked beneath the folded joint

My elephant simile is gray
And will likely fade away
But when you'll see an excavator
On the road, or at a crater
It will, to you, be obvious -- Here on, you will see Scorpius

Copyright © Hannah Borke | Year Posted 2017

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  1. Date: 7/20/2017 8:15:00 PM

    Now I'm afraid of my man-toys;-) Do you paint? Your unique way of seeing is fun and intriguing. Your expression of what you see is deelightful!
  1. Date: 7/13/2017 3:57:00 PM

    Hi Hanna, this is a wonderful creative poem I love your very original style my friend. So nice to read your poems....Peter
  1. Date: 7/12/2017 6:05:00 PM

    They are both on page 3, 2/16/16 2/9/16
  1. Date: 7/12/2017 3:10:00 PM

    Perhaps you would like to read a poem I wrote entitled, "These Hands" or "The Lost Smile" those are both pretty light:)
  1. Date: 7/12/2017 1:40:00 PM

    This is fun and most entertaining, Hannah. I love your imagination and your observations as well. Great job!
  1. Date: 7/12/2017 6:31:00 AM

    Hannah, very creative theme & rhyme scheme. I was a heavy equipment mechanic & operator for a while so i appreciated your write. G

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