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March 21, 2008
Broken
Gentle hands gave into the clay
embracing with deliberate movements
forming the holey vessel.
Glazed, heavy drops fan out in perfect spirals
falling to one side as in a hard rain
that celebrates the dance of water.
Halfway down, the pattern becomes its’ opposite,
like negatives do from photographs.
‘Peru’ is etched on the bottom
an artist’s name clearly marked,
and personal attachment is felt,
like a love letter that has been received.
Hands respond
touching smooth curves
holding ... bonding.
Time stands still,
and it falls away surreal,
crashing down onto the cold tile floor.
Gathering pieces of a shattered spirit
mixed with tears and earth,
the remnants of so many things
placed aside, away... for another time.
Months pass, even years,
when remains are found in some forgotten box,
dusty, but held in fond memory
as one rainy day, when the urge came to find glue.
In a tender moment of healing,
and even though it is incomplete
with fissures and crakes throughout its’ core
as does a once broken heart,
it is made whole again.
Posted by kay at 02:18 PM | Comments (0)
Dummies
In some mindless state
as I gazed around the busy store
there they were
those familiar books for any of us... dummies?
Our line formed around the table
well stocked on every surface,
and we waited for a chance to pay,
numbed by all this easy to learn information,
as long as we recognized who we are... the dummies.
Every imaginable subject
printed on that yellow and black cover,
the silly white character with his spiked hair
finger pointing to the title, just in case
we wouldn’t know where to look.
His smirky grin and huge round eyes
some how telling us we are like him-
needing to know something
and certain that we can only
learn it in this way.... as dummies.
I envisioned those crash test kind
with heavy, plastic bodies
who I am sure are not anatomically correct,
walking like zombies out of the latest horror film
searching for their way and maybe a brain to feed on.
My mind raced that evening
thinking up titles that would come next
then realizing that they may have already.
‘Brain Surgery for Dummies’
‘Bank Robbery for Dummies’
‘Time Travel for Dummies’
‘Compassion for Dummies’
‘Generosity for Dummies’
‘Telling the Truth for Dummies’
‘Hope for Dummies’
There is more to this than we would like to see,
as individuals come to mind who could use these topics.
Who doesn’t want an easier path to knowledge,
a short cut, or some kind of quick fix?
As we grab these books on every other subject,
we place ourselves into this likely humorous description,
hoping to come away knowing that we really are not such dummies
after all.
Posted by kay at 02:04 PM | Comments (0)