Defining Us
We are the half stitched seams,
The slightly off splendour,
A subway map in a wallet,
The oil in the eye of a puddle.
We are the half sung screams,
The fantasies of dullards,
A joke inside a hospital,
A spark that wants to flame
And we are the half dry streams
Running from a river,
An iron roof in a storm,
The sand by a museum jar.
April 4, 2011 at 3:23 pm
This was my favorite poem of yours for a long time.
April 4, 2011 at 6:43 pm
Nice choice. It’s one of my faves from that period of my life. I like to think of it as an awkward love poem.
April 8, 2011 at 9:01 pm
Powerful and strong words that define us behind our cloaks! Beautiful.
April 9, 2011 at 2:31 am
you have amazing imaginations.
cute one.
thanks for sharing..
April 9, 2011 at 2:34 am
wow! I love it, the metaphors are unique, totally awesome! Enjoy the rally!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/09/cosmic-entanglements/
April 9, 2011 at 9:41 pm
perfect.
April 11, 2011 at 2:57 am
you know yourself well………
human nature is magically exposed in your words.
keep it up,
share your poetry with potluck today as well……..
appreciate your support.
April 13, 2011 at 12:07 pm
I am definitely a half-stitched seam at times! Beautiful sentiment.
April 13, 2011 at 6:22 pm
oh I can relate to this. your imagination is so beautiful, Dunstan.
Rally Week 41 – My Poetry
April 14, 2011 at 10:23 am
I am impressed and could not decide which was my favorite line, maybe the oil in the eye of the puddle. I also like subway map in the wallet.
Great imagery.
April 14, 2011 at 6:51 pm
please return favors, have fun..
keep encouraging and getting encouraged.
you cool.
April 14, 2011 at 7:16 pm
Thanks Jingle and thanks for the opportunities to get involved with your site and the rally too – it’s much appreciated. There’s some good stuff over at Jingle and I’m enjoying interacting.