Yes, I know the old place is moldering
and I really should get it fixed up.
But my day is punctuated by distractions.
I have no time for repair.
Evening falls; I light a votive candle
and wander the threadbare halls
of my soul, wiping dust from banisters.
I have nothing but time for repair.
Cobwebs choke the windows and I
stumble on the uneven stairs. Dry rot
under my hand. A splinter in my palm.
I repair to my dark bedroom
with nothing but time in my hands,
no tools, no money. Where did I leave
the candle?
The phoenix is reborn in smoke
and she knows nothing of repair.
--for Poefusion: splinter, distractions, molder, votive, punctuate
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Friday, April 25, 2008
Soul Repair
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4 comments:
Nice!! I particularly like the final two lines - they speak a lifetime!
Great job, Tiel. Does anyone truly no how to mend themselves? What's worse, instead of trying to fix what's wrong we sit by watching it ruin. Thanks for sharing. Have a nice night.
you use powerful, archetypal symbols so incredibly.
i can so relate to this... i live in an old house that needs repair and sometimes it can be overwhelming... i so appreciate those last two lines i am empowered!!!
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