wires and metallic shards
Screws tighten,
aligning the wrench just so
it cannot go
willy nilly,
but behave as programmed.
Glance over at the work,
throw the paddle down
to examine
a mishmash of parts,
a monster of wires and metallic shards.
He shoves the custard at me
to fill my mouth
so we don’t quibble.
Frank flips the switch,
the whirring sound of life
moving through circuits,
as electricity
makes the robot dance.
Cables. Image by Heather Button. Copyright © http://atomic-temporary-30814180.wpcomstaging.com
Poetic Asides
For this week’s prompt, write a poem using at least three of the following six words:
- paddle
- robot
- custard
- quibble
- glance
- wrench
If you’re anything like me, you’ll probably try to include all of them. But seriously, three is fine, and they can be placed anywhere–in the poem, in the title of the poem (you decide). – Robert Lee Brewer
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