What Smashes Me Will Make Me Strong
Tonight I’m hosting the wonderfully talented poets over at the dVerse Pub. No big-screen sporting events there, but instead a drink, a shared joke, mutual support and a poetic prompt. This week I’m asking everyone to write about what shatters their world to pieces, or else what helps them to rebuild their fragmented world. Here is my response, a simple list poem.
It’s the little, the minuscule, the itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny
they always catch me out.
For the big disasters I can prepare, shut up my stall,
batten those flimsy hatches, but what defence do I have against
the thoughtless word in the midst of safe harbours?
the cups of tea never offered, iced cocktails never mixed,
the thoughts unshared or opinions unasked.
Banter with a core of heartless
mission with a sense of flight
running on lonely past a destination so wrong.
What patches me together? Small things as well.
Playing with words is helpful,
a smile sometimes more.
Smell of rain, the first bird in the morning.
Often the silence, a lull in wild thoughts.
And… always… amnesia of things past.