Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Why Do I Wear Red Suspenders?


My red suspenders –
Red—
Not the scarlet red
of the used-up, spent blood
of the veins,
but crimson—
the bright-red oxygen saturated
arterial liquid of life.-
That link to consciousness
and stimulant of existence.

As blood supports my life,
those braces, those garters,
those hangers, those supporters,
those suspensories,
those Red Suspenders—
help cover my nakedness
as the God-made garment covered Adam.

And so the mundane, the ridiculous,
becomes profound.

Submitted: Thursday, March 19, 2009
Edited: Monday, March 23, 2009
Listen to this poem:

Form:


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Why Do I Wear Red Suspenders? by Fred Babbin )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. If, Rudyard Kipling
  4. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  5. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  6. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  7. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  8. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  9. A Poison Tree, William Blake
  10. Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost

Poem of the Day

poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, --
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
...... Read complete »

   

New Poems

  1. Uncle Trevor's Justice to Travis, rohan bendre
  2. The Second Birth Of Tragedy, Leila Samarrai
  3. Y/.. A Restfull Mind, Aufie Zophy
  4. My bodyguard, Rob Spiering
  5. Green Shades Create a Meaning, Rohit Sapra
  6. Country Inn, Dr. Yogesh Sharma
  7. Mysterious guest., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  8. If You Could, Brian J. Stafford
  9. Melancholy of a dreamer, Jonathan De Vocht
  10. The snow makes me happy., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
[Hata Bildir]