Crooked Scissors

Crooked Scissors

 

Crooked scissors cutting crooked lines

Perhaps the distortion is really mine

Time and again I’ve tried to cut out the merry moments of my life

I want to paste them to my walls so that I can look at them more than once or twice

But the pictures are always missing pieces; mainly me

So that what I remember is never what I see

I hold my hands out and they seem quite steady

I do not understand why I cannot capture the images already

Perhaps the things that make me smile are not real

Maybe happiness isn’t something you can remember, and can only at that moment feel

All my picture frames hang haphazardly on the wall

Dark and empty and not pleasant to view at all

Sometimes I think about filling them with the pictures I drew

But they tend to portray the darker side of life too true

I print my moments, use my ruler and carefully trace

My mistakes and imperfections I quickly erase

To fit them in the frames I must trim them down to size

I brace my hand and focus my eyes

Delicately and with great care, I cut right on the line

And wouldn’t you know, the only pair of crooked scissors in Linn county are mine

All my happy pictures are missing parts, or all, of me

Or maybe I’m there, but the distortions are all I can see

In exasperation I look again at the frames on my wall

And now I see the truth; they are not empty at all

Reviews

[zainul]

Very meaningful write.
Some sentences are my favorite.
1.Time and again I’ve tried to cut out the merry moments of my life
2.All my happy pictures are missing parts, or all, of me
3.And now I see the truth; they are not empty at all

[JourneyBlu]

Thanks for the review. I am glad that you enjoyed it!

[zainul]

You are always welcome.
I will review one or two more of your writes.
Which two would you recommend for early reviews?
Cheers!