Of Usage and Misusage

by Glen Martin Fitch

I have his pliers,
hack saw,
ruler, sledge,
the tools my father
taught me to maintain.
and which to pick to cinch,
or torque, or plane
and when to grab a chisel
for a wedge
I have her grater,
pitter,
rolling pin,
utensils mother
used for every need,
She said
"You picked the right one,
then proceed
to whisk, or slice,
or chop, or strain, or skin.”
They were so skilled.
Each gesture was concise.
They often said "You can't..."
How I'd resent it,
chided "hasty, lazy, ignorant."
I learned to spot the cheap,
the imprecise.
Just so you can't rely
on what you've heard.
You have to think and
pick the proper word.

From: 
8/11




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."


Last updated August 23, 2011