The Craftsman

The Craftsman

A Poem by Kae Martyndale
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Written in June 2004

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Spots of blue
splotches of realism
scratches on the perfectly crafted
pieces of me

Little shards of glass
enter through the hole in my mind
that I allowed to remain
unfilled

Holes in the tapestry
of my being
lets the darkness seep
where insulation is lacking

"Fill them with plaster",
I say
Just make them go
Away

The damp draught is
Numbing through my patchwork quilt
And I still sit in the dark
Waiting

But I am the craftsman.

© 2009 Kae Martyndale


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Wow, I really like this one. Especially the ending. That last line is definitely a great closer. This is very well written, nice job.

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Kae Martyndale
Kae Martyndale

Brampton, Canada



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I am 25 years old and I grew up in southern Ontario, Canada. I am the sum of all of the people I have met, and my experiences. I am a survivor, and I will continue to grow. "But in the end, the .. more..

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