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my cynosure


My failures arranged on my kitchen table 
A centerpiece for all to see
my inadequacies 
remind me daily
I am not God 
Unstable hands incapable of perfection 
creations fruitless and barren 
Desire to see only what could be
what should be, my reality 
cracked and broken 
sits wordlessly mocking me 

Comments

Sinnaminsun - on Sep. 1 2009

I like the symbolism you incorporated.  This is a very moving piece.


Tina Boyle - on Sep. 1 2009

I enjoy the disarming quality of your works - there's a bold honesty always at work that makes me feel connected to the speaker. This poem is a good example of that!


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