Poem 20160128b

pick through the rubble
look for the bits
worth keeping

a memory here
there a memento
are those the same thing?

muscle memory takes over
takes control
until the fibers

strained like spaghetti
in a colander
collapse, useless and quivering

look in the cup you made
of your hands
and drink the past

4 thoughts on “Poem 20160128b

  1. Love that last stanza. It’s a poem on its own. Beautiful images. I think my nerves are spaghetti tonight, but I’m not sure there’s a colander! 😉

Comments are closed.