Autopoiesis

to construct myself

You are climbing out of the seat of my body ;

rising as a small loaf ; a scrap of wonder.

Stamped in wax with my ugly mug and running ;

surprised you are broken glass, fragments that

show a bit of face or a toast-dropper of a fear.

You carry a ton of my own past, packaged and disguised,

the dusty tape of a reel-to-reel, endless and twisted.

No s**t Sherlock, children are from their parents ;

but they didn`t choose that. Forgive me.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I agree with Pete, your last reader, Leslie, the first seven lines read like very clever, obsevant analogies and opinions, where as the final phrase, thows the whole poem out of its' kind of logical sequence, begging the question..... for what purpose?

[Pete Langley]

You have managed to accurately reflect your complexity with the diversity of the graphic images in this piece, but I`m not sure it works on a poetic level. For me , it`s disjointed - but maybe that`s what you want to convey? P

[David Scott]

A poetic temper tnatrum... It is good to deconstruct before "constructing". I feel that this is really what the write is doing.

[Claire Twinn]

What makes me me? This poem raises some interesting questions and thoughts. Lots of brutal imagery too, I sense all is not well with this person's self image.

[An owl on the moon]

You weave letters and lines that create such a depth and magic of you... part out of your control... yet your destiny lies in your hands alone. A powerful write.

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the kind words, and yes, you have got it right,I can`t control a lot of things, I`m still learning.

[Tina Kline]

I enjoyed this. Very creatively done and so true!

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the kind words.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

This, is an imagination breeder. You can't imagine what it bred in my mind. If one of the goals of poetry is to affect the reader then this piece has succeeded; perhaps in ways that were not intended. I'll just leave it at that... it's a poetic success.

[emmajoy]

'You carry a ton of my own past, packaged and disguised, ~ the dusty tape of a reel-to-reel, endless and twisted.'

An extraordinary scenario: parent to offspring acknowledgement of life, a forging of genes, asking a forgiveness for genes. You weave words from past to present into goodness know what!

[Leslie Philibert]

Thank you for the kind words. My son carries the ballast of my own past and my own self - so I will have to understand better how to change myself too.