Because we all want to write more poems.
Tarps
This is the stuff of life, isn't it?
The sudden appearance
Of a bulge in the ceiling paint
That was not there yesterday
Before the rains began.
That collection of water waiting
For the pivotal moment
When the weight of the problem
Grows to more than the strength of
latex paint can bear and a small
Weakness becomes a tear and then the rain
That should be running off the roof
Comes down in the bedroom.
This is our lot, this is our life now
So we nail down tarps to protect the
Holes we know are not going away
And when those tarps wear thin
As tarps will do, we will get more tarps
Until something changes.
- Neil McKay's Shared Poems
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Neil McKay
December 13, 2015
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Based on a true story.
Based on a true story.
joshua mertz
December 16, 2015
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we patch...
We patch the patches we've patched before because because we are too (insert adjective here) to replace the roof. At a meta level this is a clever comment on the transformative process and our reluctance to take the leap; at ground level I wonder if the house occupants poked a hole in the bulging ceiling to let the water drain. Again, metaphorical.
Michael Mayhew
December 16, 2015
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"This is our lot, this is our life now"
"This is our lot, this is our life now" - this line resonates with me - I think because I can't decide if it represents a wise acceptance of life's bumps and imperfections, or defeated resignation - an acceptance of a situation that should not be accepted. I like the tension in that, that it could mean either or both.