Author Topic: The Knowledge of Potatoes  (Read 107 times)

Offline Cliff Sombito

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The Knowledge of Potatoes
« on: July 12, 2020, 02:50:31 AM »
Hi there, good day everyone. This poem is called The Knowledge of Potatoes. Does this poem make any sense?

Here goes:

My roots is in the soil of the East;
my head was formed in the West;
my tail swats the flies in the north;
my body is the empire of the south.
What am I,
you canít see with your eye;
Iím somewhere behind your mind,
and a shovel is what you need to find
to dig me up where I sleep.
In the eyes of wisdom I'm a heap
of gold, but to foolish people
I'm nothing but the dung of a beetle.
So come and seek me if you want
only when you've a heart to grow a plant.

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Re: The Knowledge of Potatoes
« Reply #1 on: July 17, 2020, 08:22:56 AM »
It's in the form of a riddle; is there a correct answer? I couldn't guess it, but I'm not great at riddles.

Considered as poetry, I do find some things I like about it. "Heap" is a creative word choice, because it's not very commonly used with "gold." The slant-rhyme of "people" and "beetle" is just fun to say out loud, and likewise with "want" and "plant" (which rhyme orthographically but not when you say them out loud, at least in American English).
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