I placed the table of my life,
before the noon day sun,
collecting the shards
of ceramic cerebral crafts,
adhering them to the top,
meticulously placing the hues
from my medley of mishaps
so the décor would have
the illusion of reason.
It hid the scars
incurred when the china
used to sup on leftovers
scratched to deep into the surface.
Each day I dusted and cleaned
this montage,
which I thought was cleverly prepared
so eyes would admire
my turning wounds into beauty.
But the glue didn’t hold
and I constantly had to redo the image,
growing weary from the steady chore.
Wasn’t till I used it
for holding coffee cups
when serving lunch to friends
that I discovered the façade assortment
never fooled anyone.
Learning sometimes
tiles I thought I could use
to protect the truth
only make for an unimpressive array.
Author notes
prompt - mosaic
A contest entry
- i need to have control over my sound. - word prompt quickie by stasis.
400 points, ended January 9, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ahhh I wish I could think of all the metaphors you are able to and piece them together into a poem that makes sense. This is very powerful and amazingly penned.
Best wishes with this.
Gaylene
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Wow, great take on the prompt, somethings we just cannot disguise no matter how we try.
you don't have to comment back, I just so enjoy reading your poetry.
good luck in the contest.
Cheers Sharon -
My Dear Brother,
What a great take on the prompt! It does seem like life is like that don't it! What a great job you did on this one!
Best of luck in this contest!
an love
Nyetta
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