You are the chips and the dip,
the crème and the Oreo.
You are the biscuits
and the gravy.
You are the bacon,
and the eggs.
However, you are not the mushroom,
onion,
or artichoke.
And you are certainly not the asparagus.
There is just no way that you are the asparagus.
It is possible that you are the potato,
maybe even the corn,
but you are not even close
to being the radish.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither oatmeal
nor grits.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the breeze in your hair.
I also happen to be the smell of rain,
the sunset
and the rainbow.
I am also the nest
or artichoke.
And you are certainly not the asparagus.
There is just no way that you are the asparagus.
It is possible that you are the potato,
maybe even the corn,
but you are not even close
to being the radish.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither oatmeal
nor grits.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the breeze in your hair.
I also happen to be the smell of rain,
the sunset
and the rainbow.
I am also the nest
and the branches.
But don't worry, I'm not the mud and the horse hair.
You are still the mud and the horse hair.
You will always be the mud and the horse hair,
not to mention the thorns and--somehow--the cotton.
But don't worry, I'm not the mud and the horse hair.
You are still the mud and the horse hair.
You will always be the mud and the horse hair,
not to mention the thorns and--somehow--the cotton.
Hi Joshua. This is lovely. The only comment I'd make is that you didn't quite imitate the structure of the Billy Collins poem, in which the first and last stanzas share the same metaphors. You begin with food comparisons and end with mud, horse hair, thorns, and cotton. Honestly, I LOVE those last comparisons more than the food ones that begin the poem!
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