personification

My car

ODE to MY CAR
You’re pretty black bra and all
You have your ups and downs
The good days and the bad
You may be slow
But you always finish the race
I have to bribe you up the hill
And you scream at me when I touch the accelerator
I fear one day
You might die
I promise
I will cry at your funeral
Some days you make me laugh
And we have our fun
But then you let your wheels spin
And I think you may murder me
None the less you are my car

Ode to the Helmet

Ode to the Helmet
Watch me like a guardian angel
Protect me during my most vulnerable situations
Sturdy as rock,
Yet nurturing as a mother
Dedicated to
Shielding me
Like some kind of super hero
And I thank you

Ode to Summer

Ode to summer,
Back when the sun kept playing hide and go seek with the clouds
When the swings would play jump rope with the wind
Ode to summer,
Back when the sun stayed up past its bed time
And when the beach water tried dragging you in
Ode to summer,
When swimming pools would call your name
With Dairy Queen jumping out at you behind every corner
Ode to summer,
With the flower spraying you with their various smells
And when rain came at you like bullets
Ode to summer,
The trees would hold out there arms for me
And the leaves shivered as the wind blew around them.

Ode to Mustaches

Jill Folsland

A mustache is the perfect man

They are there when the going gets sticky, messy

Always willing to help clean up the mess

Dressed like a furry Eskimo ready for combat

Saving secret snacks for later

Try to cut me out of your life and I will grow back; sneak-attack

Masculine mustaches move mountainous mouths

Ode to the door

The door,
Stands straight and tall,
Locks you in and out,
You just might pout,
It stares you down every time you go by,

Wishing it would die,
Often used… much abused,
Softly or slammed shut,
Held on with screws and three bolts,
To help it spin and turn,
Turn the handle and you may come in.

Ode To The Big Rig

With her beautiful yellow headlight like eyes in the distance
On cold winter mornings when she won’t wake up
Come on baby you can do it
I think she gets more encouragement then me
When he is away she is like his second wife
Bring him from one place to the next
Knowing the way like a trustful wife
Going far distances without running out of steam
Hauling large loads with her extendible legs
But in the end of the day
When its time to sleep it becomes a Big Rig

Ode to Clock

Ode to clock
Counting down my last hour
Shoving numbers in my face
Confusing me with Roman numerals
That I don’t understand
Whispering that I really have no time
Ticking like a time bomb

Laughing at me as I’m watching,
Waiting for it to strike 3:30
I watch as its hand mocks me
And spins around and around
As its face watches me
I sit and stare, waiting,
Just for it to say
The day is over