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Last week's offering Old Men Playing Basketball was by B.H. Fairchild.
This weeks piece comes from a Clevelandpoetics - the Blog Reader:
My Dentist's Son
My dentist's son
whose eyes are blue jewelry
and intricate as a diamond drill,
watches the excavation in my mouth,
with goofy horror.
He is delighted.
A virtuouso actor, he gags
at the stumped tooth
while Dad attempts to crown it.
Such curiosity could burn to the earth's core
or make the universe heave up its entrails.
4 comments:
Say, I liked it.
I'd like to get a feel for the age of the kid, though
i love the image of the universe's entrails.
very nice.
There's a lot of story here in just a few lines, which I admire.
The last two lines would have been more powerful for me if I had seen the child's curiosity in the preceding stanzas. I had no idea that the child was feeling curious until the poet told me.
Thanks -- this is an old poem, but one that still has some resonance for me. For some reason or other I often think of at least the premise of a poem while I'm in the dentist's chair --
Thanks for the comments. They are helpful.
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