September 24, 2008
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the moment is coming.
tearing everything in half
is necessary. things will spill
onto the floor. marbles
shall fall and scatter, rolling
against toes, under furniture,
milling out the door.
the pots and pans are going to clang.
we'll see papers shuffle, the filled
years built -- collapse
in a mundane roar.
i tried super glue, nail and hammers,
cement screws. i have sandpapered,
shimmed and painted
until nothing original
is still recognizable anymore.© JODI ANDERSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Comments (5)
Change? Entropy?
Wow. The imagery in that poem is fantastic.
I think this might be one of the most poignant poem you've written (for me, I mean poignant for me). I especially love the imagery and rythm of the last stanza "i tried super glue, nail and hammers,
cement screws. i have sandpapered,
shimmed and painted
until nothing original
is still recognizable anymore."
@Viewtiful_Justin - The point of the poem, the view ... I leave that open to the reader. Also, the poem is several years old, so I don't want you to think that's what's going on now.
I'm reposting a series of 20 poems before I begin posting new work.
@kitkatsplash - Thanks so much, Kate.
Sounds like changing and growing to me.
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