The Bagel Poem by David Ignatow

The Bagel

Rating: 3.2

I stopped to pick up the bagel
rolling away in the wind,
annoyed with myself
for having dropped it
as if it were a portent.
Faster and faster it rolled,
with me running after it
bent low, gritting my teeth,
and I found myself doubled over
and rolling down the street
head over heels, one complete somersault
after another like a bagel
and strangely happy with myself.


There is nothing like that giddy feeling of childhood.Bravo for connecting with the innerchild.

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Danny Branch 31 January 2020

Ah yes the floor here is made out of floor, which symbolizes the effect of post war russia's effect on the class system of poland, obviously

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Michelle Claus 29 March 2014

adorable... sometimes it's enough to keep it simple... this poem is memorable and amusing

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Lawerence Mize 29 March 2014

I think Bob French got it right. I liked this poem also. Thanks for sharing.

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Bob French 06 October 2012

Really like how simple this poem is. Reminds me that a friend of mine who teaches theology once compared the Trinity to a pretzel. I like to think of this bagel as eternity, representing how life keeps rolling on despite our little problems, which seem big in the perspective of the here and now.

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John Smith 01 April 2012

You really should consider giving up on being a poet.

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David Ignatow

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