Dora is hosting Poetics in the Pub ~ 'Similes' on the menu!
* She walks into the stadium like a cat
wandering into a physics lecture
eyes wide, mouth open, already
wondering where they keep the 'Sports Manuals'
* She clutches her ticket like it's
a Wonka golden pass ~ except she's pretty sure
the Super Bowl means actual bowls
maybe chili ~ maybe guacamole
she's down for both
* She cheers for the wrong team
like a GPS stuck on 'recalculate'
but her friends don't mind
her enthusiasm is contagious
spreading through the crowd like
glitter on a kindergarten craft table
* She asks why the man in the striped shirt
keeps throwing laundry on the field
the guy next to her laughs so hard
he could become the 'highlight reel'
* She analyzes play like a poet
deciphering tax forms
tilts her head, squints ~ announces
"I think they're doing strategy."
* She stands to cheer at exactly the wrong moment
like a toaster popping up during wedding vows ~
somehow making the moment better
the crowd adores her ~ because
* She is joy wrapped in confusion
a woman at the Super Bowl, like a tourist
stepping onto the moon ~ planting her flag anyway
She proves that ignorance can be bliss, a bliss that's darn contagious. I'm all smiles and bowled over by this lady at the Super Bowl, Helen. That last simile wraps it up as neatly as any I've ever seen. Enjoyed this to the last drop. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat Dora said :)
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ReplyDeleteI like your humorous take on the simile - as good as a winning match! Jae
ReplyDeleteI imagined you smiling as you wrote this poem, Helen, and I’m smiling too! I also imagined my cat wandering into a physics lecture, which made me smile even more. I know someone who cheers for the wrong team, too.
ReplyDeleteEverything to applaud about the Super Bowl is in this woman's blithe participation in it, clueless as a wardrobe malfunction at the altar where America says We Do. Way to go.
ReplyDeleteI smiled my way through this post.
ReplyDeleteA poet doing tax--- forms... what a great simile.... maybe it is about enjoying yourself.
ReplyDeleteOh you made me grin reading this! I love the image of that lady enjoying life even when she doesn't understand (I may be her, probably am her, and may be her more often as I get older ;-)). BTW, we're having nachos (with guacamole of course) at our Super Bowl party. Go Hawks! <3
ReplyDeleteI say, you go girl! Do it if it brings you joy. I’ll be in the crowd cheering you on because joy is contagious. Bless you. This was fun and funny too. Thanks a bunch. Xo, Selma
ReplyDeleteAdorable confusion! I love this, Helen. Reminds me of the old Andy Griffith record about going to a Football game!
ReplyDeleteI really like this, Helen.
ReplyDeleteI love this woman and her infectious joy!
ReplyDeleteI don't know anything about football. But this year I might actually watch the halftime show.
And halftime stunk this year.
DeleteHilarious poem, Helen!
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"* She cheers for the wrong team
ReplyDeletelike a GPS stuck on 'recalculate'"
I love this!
Dear Helen, what a delight your simile laden verse is! Can you see me smiling! 😊
ReplyDeleteSuperbowls for ladies are like sugar and cream in coffee, they can't taste the coffee.
ReplyDeleteI love your fun poem.
ReplyDelete“her enthusiasm is contagious
spreading through the crowd like
glitter on a kindergarten craft table”
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