"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Glass Wild West

 ©  Daryl Edelstein

A neon cowboy
rides a glass
Wild West….

The clink of spurs
replaced by a
cash register’s
Ka- ching

Devoid of horse and saddle
he straddles a corporate sales pitch
in a rodeo designed
to separate consumers
from their dollars.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

For Real Toads' Sunday Mini-Challenge  we were provided the wonderful photography of Daryl Edelstein as inspiration for our poems. You can find more of Daryl's work on her websites, Out and About in New York City and Through My Eyes.


Ben Ditty said...

That's so sad yet so real. I wish he could be a cowboy in the west.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such an excellent use of extended metaphor in this poem, Susie.

Dana said...

I agree. Wonderful use of metaphor!

Fireblossom said...

Poor, scaled-down cowboy without a range to ride. That last line about the rodeo is very clever and sharp.

De said...

Excellent, Susie. LOVE "rides a glass," especially.

Emma Major said...

Riding a corporate sale pitch - that's my personal he'll. Let him ride free

Hannah said...

love saddle/straddle...great poem, Susie!!

Robyn Greenhouse said...

Those rodeos catch so many of us in their lasso!

Kay L. Davies said...

Ooh, you've seen right through this one, Susie. Well done!

Mama Zen said...

Really great take on the picture. Sharp write!

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