Poem By Billy Collins

You know the parlor trick.
wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you
her hands grasping your shirt
her fingernails teasing your neck
from the front it is another story
you never looked so alone
your crossed elbows and screwy grin
you could be waiting for a tailor
to fit you with a straight jacket
one that would hold you really tight.

Comments about Embrace

A sweet poem, Billy, that causes all of us to remember and with a " screwy grin" remind ourselves that those were good...no, great...times. Give us more and more, please.
http: //www.4cashpath.com/ Do you realize the the song was played in Season One of Stranger Things as well? It was one of the first great scenes of the series. When the Police thought they found Will Byers dead, and his friends, who were trying to rescue him, watched them pull his body out of the lake... It was a fantastic moment, and the song played a huge role in it.
You could be waiting for a tailor to fit you with a straight jacket one that would hold you really tight. very nice poem. tony
Fascinating expresson. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulations for being chosen this poem as the modern poem of the POD.
Amazing flight of imagery narrating a style of embrace that is actually some other position. Deserving modern poem of the day.

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