Knocking down ShardsA Poem by Phibby VenableKnocking Down Shards
Where the ceiling fell
there are still pieces wedged
in an aesthetic of poverty
I see the raggedy edge
of a total collapse
I pull down pieces of cork board
that crumble in my hand
I finger loose the rough glue
and try to picture something new
I cannot remember the ceiling
exactly as it was
but I do remember it
as a fine thing.
It is a tiring job & the store
no longer carries
that size and shade of cork.
I sit in a straight back chair
and stare intently
at the vacancy and the revelation
of dark emptiness
I see the hidden beams
and the newly made web
of a brown spider
It is busier than I am,
knowing exactly
from natural experience,
how to recreate a world.
I should continue now
knocking down shards
clearing some small space
for the new
I should make some sort
of restoration,
replace the whole ceiling
with a strong wood
But I am too intent
on watching the brown spider,
neatly propelling
through the shimmer of silk,
her tiny legs perfect
for dancing.
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6 Reviews Added on September 21, 2008 AuthorPhibby Venableabingdon, VAAbouthttp://youtu.be/25XE-BHGvWI http://youtu.be/B2klgDKMUq0 I live in the mountains of Southwest Virginia. Although my passion is poetry, I recently published a novel called, Women of the Round Tabl.. more..Writing
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