Crockery

 

 

Crockery

 

Help me from this crockery,

this potted plant

The cracked soil holds harder each day

I need the cornucopia of greens & blue & the brass

of a sun

I need a strong sun.

I want to ease my leg over the side of this ensemble

& drag my clay to a high palm

I need to look out over water.

There are realities I have no use for

In the middle of my performance here

I can hear cardinals hidden in the trees

There are spontaneous colored lights

and I can see them through the gray

Yesterday I saw my soul brush

the hair from her eyes,

sit up in an astonishment of fey fixtures

She was looking for some wild & warm thing

She was looking for the tallest tree, the deepest sea

I cry when I laugh, which could be a sign

I could be the smile of an omen

I could be worn out

I could easily break all the potted plants

that guard this house.

 

 

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Reviews

[Erica Encaged]

great poem. I love the feeling of being out of control that you convey and I love the character at the end. Reminds me of my mother...

anywho, great job

[Nik'aule]

lol... this was so wonderfully penned and the ending was funny and reminds me of someone that I know.. I too am an overachiever.. do they have an anonymous group for that? lol.. thanks for sharing..

[Poeticpiers]

I can empathise with this piece of writing.Life seldom goes the way we plan. You have to keep trying though although you may never know the impact you have on others lives