Poem a Day: 24

One of my current ongoing projects is ripping out the brick patio in my backyard

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Bricks, Bricks bending to my will, Bricks

Broken and crumbling on the ground

In the dimming light I peer, glowering and lowering candles’ wicks

Whose bending lights my designs and plans confound

The table is waiting, at a place that was here before and will be here after, a place to retreat

A reminder to seek respite, in perspective, while sipping beverages and grilling meat,

Our work is a means to an end, all has already been, at the end gather neighbors and friends

 

I dig and delve, prying out bricks

Throwing them all on a growing ugly mound

With my hands, I pull them out like sticks

That snap and break, like my manicure, never done, I can’t get off this merry-go-round

One thing and then the next, no time for fretting over the superficial, its not my conceit

Broken and brittle, pull them out and toss them aside, the sun sets at my feet

My shadow dissipates into the dawning dark, I proceed to no higher end

 

From NaPoWriMo.net: And now, our (optional, as always) prompt! Peter Roberts has been participating in NaPoWriMo for several years now at his blog, Masonry Design. He has the charming and odd distinction of having only written poems about masonry. Today, I challenge you to do the same (for one day, at least), and to write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like. If that sounds a bit hard, remember that one of Robert Frost’s most famous poems was about a wall. Happy writing!

 

From my little guy –

 

Stones, stones

you’re under the ground

There’s 9 million kazillion of you

Even if I spawn a flat world

When I dig, I will still find you

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