WITH TAPE AND GLUE

Trying to hold oneself together in times like these.

WITH TAPE AND GLUE

It's not always the same.
Some days seem almost...normal.
Whatever that means.

I remember a time the sun came up,
Just like always,  but its face was sad
And grey and every whisper from an
Easterly wind blew the dust from
Summers' playground right into my
Bedroom closet...left open by choice.

It's not always the same.
Some nights are longer than necessary,
Whipping up the dark like a spoiled child
Pajamed in loose fitting pants that
Always droop at the corners.

It's times like this I am most
Grateful for tape and glue.
For isn't it nice to have something
With which to hold oneself together?
~~~

Reviews

[Urja Gokani]

wow amazingly written keep it up !!

[Miss Sharon]

What a lovely review! Thank you ever so much. ~Sharon

[Urja Gokani]

welcome :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love this poem, it is so expressive...the words do the job, would probably leave off the picture, not necessary....but then i'm not one for pictures with poetry because i feel the poems themselves paint all the picture we need.

j.

[Miss Sharon]

Awwwwwwww! I re-read my own work and think perhaps I will delete the photo of the glue. Thank you for always being so perceptive Jacob....I appreciate that! ~SP

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and some band-aids too.. Very emotive and strikingly descriptive..

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so very much my dear friend! Your review is quite helpful and appreciated. ~SP