the debris of me
there are signs of me everywhere
lying amongst the debris of life
rubber soles stare up from the rubbish
they once allowed me to tread carefully
atop the decisions I made
but they remained slippery and unnavigable
so the shoes and my stability
ended up tossed away and forgotten
that discarded soapbox
is the one I used to stand upon
and preach beliefs unfounded yet heartfelt
how I liked the sound of my voice
until I realized it was the only one I ever heard
if you look longer more of me will appear
like that postcard partly buried in the dirt
depicting a place I once visited
but whose memory
could only be recalled by a picture
on a flimsy piece of paper
how transitory it all is, and was
what is this? a comic book?
how appropriate
sequential snapshots of scenes
reminiscent of a life lived haphazardly
and at times colorfully ignorant of reality
ah, a sea shell, beautiful and delicate
like the one of innocence I had when young
that grew hard and resilient with maturity
there are signs of me everywhere
lying amongst the debris of life
all you need do is look
and see the garbage
that once was me
7 comments:
This is a great poem, J C. I love the way you took debris and turned it into discarded pieces of you. I think we all look at ourselves and see those discarded pieces and wonder how we could change that or make it better. In the end though, I would like to think we discard those pieces for a reason. We are changing or evolving into something newer and hopefully better. So, kudos to you for being able to discard what needed to be discarded. Hope the new you is a stronger, more vibrant young woman.
Me too! At least I feel like I am on the right track. Finding out that I can write poetry has been the most amazing thing I have discovered about myself. I never did it until joining the blogging world, and not regularly until finding Poefusion.
If I have had any success at it Michelle, I owe a lot of it to you and your site.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart - truly - Thanky you.
You have taken to poetry! This one is so identifiable to many of us, the discarded soapbox, especially. I bookmarked it, I really like where you took us.
Thank you Marcia. I have taken quite a shine to poetry lately. When I can't seem to think straight, I begin writing, not worrying about form or function...I just love the freedom it allows, and the flow of thought it always generates.
I am flattered you have bookmarked this piece. Again, thank you!
I am really quite slow when it comes to comprehending poetry, but this one is beautiful :)
It is brilliant how you can compose such a wonderful 'tale' from the inconsequential debris..now that is really creative
I used to be uncomfortable with most poetry, until I started 'playing' with it - I can honestly say that Michelle's site Poefusion was great help in learning more about it, as well as giving me the confidence to actually share what I came up with.
Thank you for such a beautiful compliment!
i absolutely luv the approach you took... who would have thought that something as a trash heap could relate something so beautiful...
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