Monday, April 30, 2012

NaPoWriMo #30: The chaos of trying to put things in order

Unlearning fixing

Hard eyes perceive broken hinges and missing pieces;
a home-fix junkie
gripping a wrench and a blowtorch for a night light

raises a bonfire fit for burning books of shadow
and every innocent ever accused.

Every gulp of air sulfurous, tastes sour,
a swarm of hornets nests in the chest.

Monsoon winds blow hollow the last emblem,
an object thought to be gold but not even copper.

Not even.

Fixing what's not broken, breaks it.
Open your hands, soften your eyes.

Don't be, just breathe.



Unknown said...

Really liked this Raven. The imagery and descriptive verse is strong, and the don't fix what's not broken idea is a nice touch there at the end, with don't be, just breathe, a great couple of last words for this one. Thanks

Anonymous said...

Gorgeous, pure gold.

Scarlet said...

Very emotive specially the first opening lines...I think that when your eyes are fixed on the broken things, it would seem everything taste sour. Your ending words are very meaningful...thank you for sharing this ~

Ravenblack said...

Fred, Anna and Heaven: Thanks, appreciated your comments. I was trying to write on emotions of what it's like to constantly feel like things need fixing and then realizing one makes things worse.

Laurie Kolp said...

It's kind of like editing poems. I can poke and pick away for hours and always find something else to "fix."

Ravenblack said...

There's no end to that one. :)

Raven said...

Hi Ravenblack ... love the thoughts here. Truly. They just seem to fit.

Ravenblack said...

It is good to see you, Raven. Thank you.

Brian Miller said...

i feel you in trying to fix things...and it often making it worse...i def can be a fixer at times and find this to be true...really like the lines in italics...and you made me stop and think a bit...

dsnake1 said...


just loved this. imagine a blowtorch as a night light.

if it ain't broke, don't fix it. :)

Ravenblack said...

Something I have to keep reminding myself.

Thanks Brian and dsnake. :)

Jannie Funster said...

I like the 5 zzzzzz at the end. You fell asleep, lulled by your wonderful words? :)

Interesting about the wrench and blowtorch. Sounds like major construction.

This is a really cool poem, Ravenblack. Just breathing is a good thing.


Ravenblack said...

Exhaustion, Jannie. lol

Thanks. Taking a break right now. Back to normal by the weekend hopefully. :D